If I decide to end it all tonight -
give me two bottle of beer
and some cigar to burn my lungs
A little noise around me,
But the angry voice inside my head -
yelling; sounds more convincing
telling me that I am supposed to be dead by now
I am so fascinated of things I cannot control;
like death. Like people arriving,
surprising me with extreme emotions
I miss having emotions.
If I decide to have my last heartbeat tonight -
please, I beg, remind me why I'm still here.
I have to remember all the things that kept me going
Help me save my self.