While my toast, my stomach digesting
My brain thinks something quite interesting.
The toast was not intended
Without it, my life ended.
Divine intervention? It needed some testing.
So I took out my suicide implements,
Gun, noose, razor, and very strong peppermints.
I tied up the noose,
Round my neck, not too looseâ€¦
Door knock! â€œOh shit its my parents!â€