Cry Me A River

Who Knows?

 The feeling of death inside of me is growing bigger.

A few days ago I wanted to jump off my houses's balcony.

I didn't jump.

I just stare.

I went to my room and slammed the door shut.

I cried till there's no tears left.

Maybe I didn't do it today.

Maybe I'll do it tomorrow.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll slit my wrist.

Maybe I'll swallow some pills till I can't breathe.

Maybe I'll bleed to death.

Maybe I'll jump off a tall building.

Who knows?