Bag On My Head

You see me lay here,
With a bag on my head,
You might think you’re right,
To assume that I’m dead.

But assume what you like,
Based on just what you see,
But if you can’t ask,
Then you can’t judge me.

I made the choice to end my life,
Safe in the knowledge that you don’t live twice,
Just the one lifetime is more than enough for me,
On this world with you is not where I want to be.

A tiny body all broken inside,
Not a scratch to see,
But a secret to hide,
A life without Love,
Is no wonderful ball,
But a life in love,
Is no life at all.

Thoughts plagued by things,
Things you can’t see,
That you know are still out there,
No way to be.

So lay on my bed,
With bag on my head,
Don’t cry for me,
As I’m finally not dead.