my mind is clouded with thoughts br thoughts of death br my death br these thought interrupt my mind br every minute br of every hour br of every day br I do not want to die br but still that is all I think about br when I lay down to sleep br I think of the noose just above my bed br when I wake br I take my meds br and think why not take the whole bottle br that will fix things quicker br when I walk to my dresser br to get ready br I see my razor br I think why not cut br nice and deep br so I can slowly become numb br so I can slowly fade away br I think all this and yet br I believe I no longer want to die br but in response my mind cries br do you really wanna live br and in truth I do not know the answer br do i really wanna find out br prolly not a god ideabr br Scarlet .....