Flirts With Suicide

Alone in my room I lie on the
Floor... Close my eyes
And pretend that I'm dead.
When tears start to come
I hold my fingers like a gun
And point them at my head.

They say I flirt with suicide

I stand by the lake
With weigths tied to my feet
And will myself to jump in.
I stand on the edge of the cliff
Taking baby steps closer
And pray gravity wins.

They say I flirt with suicide

I take pills to cure the ache
And tell myself all I have to do
Is swallow a little more.
I carve into my skin and smile
As I imagine cutting deeper
And the blood spilling to the floor.

They say I flirt with suicide

I lie on the road in the
Blackness of the night
Praying a car goes flying by.
I pull my necklace tight
And pretend it's a noose
While imagining my final sigh.

Just a little bit deeper
Just one more swallow
One more step closer...
And this pain will go away.
So when they say I flirt with suicide
I say no,
I flirt with freedom.