Don't make it true

Don’t make it true

Walking in the woods

I look at a tree

And In my mind

Myself I see

Hanging from a branch

In front of me

Strolling past a river

Or a stream

I as if I’m in a dream

See my body

Float face down

Having caused

Myself to drown

Inside a garage

I see a van

Inside the van

A sleeping man

The engine running

Constantly

The fumes

Slowly killing

Me

A hundred

Paracetamol

And

In my mind

I take them all

I see a pump

At a petrol station

And

In my imagination

I can feel

The hot sensation

Of dying

By self-immolation

I think of a tower

And a rushing sound

I hear as I head

Toward the ground

Freefalling

Deathward bound

More thoughts

Following behind

Manifesting

In my mind

And

In my mind

Each one I try

And

In my mind

Each time I die

And

In my mind

I have a view

Of your wish

To follow through

And

In my mind

I beg of you

Dear friend

Don’t make it true