• All the doors are locked
    There’s nowhere to go.
    So I end my life.
    The hammer is cocked,
    The knife is pulled,
    And the pills are popped.
    I pulled the trigger but nothing happened,
    No bullet, no blood, no death.
    I swiped that blade across my wrist,
    But no matter how hard
    I pushed the edge into my skin
    There was never a wound
    For blood to seep out of.
    I took handfuls of that capsuled death,
    Fell asleep and awoke to find
    That I was still alive.
    Failed attempts and muffled crying.
    Sometimes I wish I’d stop trying.
    Then I think its not worth living.
    Try and try again they say.
    They’re wrong,
    I’m gonna live to see another day.