TO BE OR NOT TO BE?
Too many pills in a prescription
Or too many possible last words?
Bent over the shaking paper,
Everyone knows we ask too many questions.
Oh if only it wasn’t so easy;
Reading how to tie nooses on the internet.
Notebook paper, post-it, typed,
Oh if only it wasn’t so easy
To pass it off as just some phase.
Too much pressure on the blade
Or too many reasons not to care?
Bent over the new grave,
Everyone knew they’d been asking the wrong question.