I’m learning to live like an eventuality

Do you understand my poems?

They’re really like long lines of made up words that I kind of put into timepieces because otherwise, they become

Pretty weird.

Yesterday I told my therapist that I still had suicidal thoughts

Which makes sense because I tried to kill myself last

Sunday.

I didn’t succeed but I wish I had

She told me that if I started to feel unsafe I would be locked in the mental hospital

Just like I had last week

I lied to her

Don’t tell anyone my secrets because I’m learning to live like an eventuality.