I’d opening my wrists


In the event that there was any blood


Left in my veins.


I’d sink and suffocate


Inside the tub


Be that as it may, my lungs seized up


Such a long time ago and are


As fruitless as my heart


Which beats enough to ridicule


Yet, not maintain an existence.


I’d jump off a neighborhood connect –


Despite the fact that I’ve been falling


For quite a while inside


My brain –


What’s more, taste the salt,


A sweet discharge if


Gravity would however


Participate in kind.


I’d point the gun


Up inside my mouth


To blow my brains


From out my skull


In any case, it happens ordinary


Without a trigger.


I’d sit tight for time to


Gradually work, yet chances are


I would live until the end of time.

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