I only wanted to tell you to let you know that I was going to kill myself in that room in January
I don’t remember what day it was I had no reason to
I was going to do it because I had worn myself down into nothing
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t eat
I couldn’t drink
I couldn’t do anything
I couldn’t sit still
I couldn’t feel
I felt like nothing
I wanted to be gone
I felt like it was just time to do it
There wasn’t any fear
When I do it these days it’s always through tears
But I had no reason not to
It had simply gone that far
I was so empty
I couldn’t hear any songs
I was going to do it
I’d written my final note
I had no where to go then
But I tried to find my way out
I tried to turn the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn
I tried to lock and unlock it,
But still it stayed firm
Turning to try and find a way to get myself free
All the while your music, which had led me that far,
Kept my mind running, trying to keep myself from dying.
The only way out
Was a knife upon the table
I tried to use it, to unscrew the handle,
But it didn’t
And I for a reason I don’t understand
Still felt I can’t speak
Not a sound could be had
I got mad I started knocking on the door with my hand and no one would open it
So I tried again with my hand but it still wouldn’t budge, so I gave it a slam
Still no one came
So I just gave the doorknob a yank
And finally it opened and I’ll be frank
Not one person who was in the house seemed to think it was strange.
I took back my phone I walked to the back door
And
Told her I wanted to die and she said
I know
And nothing more.
Nothing more.
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