The doctors say <br />that im ok <br /> <br />but in truth <br />i know that <br />iv given them false proof <br /> <br />i daydream <br />this is normal <br /> <br />i daydream <br />about suicide <br />this is not <br /> <br />what it would <br />be like <br />if i realy could <br /> <br />if i did it <br />this way <br />what would people think <br />what would they say <br /> <br />no <br />must be another way <br /> <br />on and on <br />everyday <br /> <br />to the point that <br />i crave my own blood <br /> <br />almost in a trance <br /> <br />as i realize <br />that im actualy <br />about to do it <br /> <br />when realy <br />i dont even want to <br /> <br />why do i have this razor in my hand? <br /> <br />am i obsessed with death? ? ? ? <br /> <br />Maybe<br /><br />Zachery Wilcoxson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreams-of-obsession/
