Make It To 16

Will I make it to sixteen,
or not?
Suicide is on my mind
and I'm not gonna stop.
My daily thoughts of death,
have got me freaking out.
Am I going crazy?
You do not have to shout.
Am I under water?
Hey is that a slaughter?
I think I'm going crazy.
My visions geting hazy
Is this death?
Have I gone mad?
My thoughts are all mixed up.
I see a light!
Now it's not in sight,
wherever did it go?

I wake up in a hospital bed. I was found on the floor of my room and I'm still alive. Rats! I'll do better next time.

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