I'm not Suicidal
I'm not suicidal
But lately I've wondered what it would be like
To drive off a cliff
To watch the blood pour from wounds on my body
To sink under the tub water until I stopped breathing
To be hit by that semi
To overdose on pills
To hang from the rafters
I'm not suicidal
But I'm haunted by the thoughts.
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