Sometimes when it’s dark
Sometimes when I’m blue
I think about when
I’ll have a fight with you
When I can’t see
When I feel sad
When it’s all dark
I imagine myself dead
It may sound absurd
It may sound insane
But why is it my fault?
Is it me to blame?
I see my own coffin
I see the way I die
I see how people react
I see my friends cry
I see all the people
who beg for mercy
to God
for the things they hadn’t done
said or thought
For things they never asked me
For things that make them cry
I see them shouting
sad or angry: ‘Why?!’
When it’s all dark
and I’m lonely and sad
I imagine myself dead
and I don’t feel as bad
anymore
I see how many still love me
and I know I’ll go on again
like before