I sit here on the roof
How the ground just seems a few feet from the roofs edge
I stand doing the dishes
How the knifes look so friendly
I lie in the tub
How the water looks so inviting
I walk around in school
What can I do to not go home?
I skate around
How easy it would be to fall in front of a car
I sit writing this and exhale
It feels like I don't want to inhale
How easy it would be to just quit