Laying in My Bed

Laying in My bed

Laying in my bed,
my hands wrapped around a pillow.
Suicide thoughts in my head,
I want to be beaten with sticks made of willow.

We are not the same,
I can not be like them.
My feelings can not be tammed,
an it could all be broken like a stem.

Thoughs of me dying,
it feels sweet to me.
Though i know i couldn't let the knife go flying,
I try to make the thoughts flee.

Space is what i need,
to clear my head.
My thoughts continue to feed,
thats why i lay in my bed.