When I’m gone.

Caution : Trigger warning

Tonight my mind is rather morbid,

but I think my thoughts, should be recorded.

If my heart, should stop its beat,

please let my soul and angels meet.

If I jump, and the rope pulls tight,

I won’t be putting up a fight.

If I drown, and airways close,

place in the morgue, name tag on toes.

If my cut wrist, bleeds non-stop,

let it flow, till the final drop.

If I jump off, from way up high,

I hope the world, will pass on by.

If the dose of pills, is way too much,

leave me till, I’m cold to touch.