Suicidal

I come up to the window
But stop: “What am I doing?
I still have so much stuff to do,
So many dreams to ruin.
There are so many books to read,
So many things to buy.
There are so many guys to love,
So many tears to cry,
So many hopes that won’t come true,
So many debts to pay,
So many topics to discuss,
So many lies to say
I will go up to somewhere high
And fall down from the stairs.
But if I’m gone today, right now
I wonder if one cares”


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