Thinking
Beyond my smile, underneath the surface my skin
Is the feeling of isolation, drawing me inwards
Until I become a fragment of myself
It would be nice to not be
It would be nice to not see
It would be nice to not think
and think
and think
and think
I am on the brink, the very edge
just waiting for that spilt second
where I cease to exist, oh the dread
of thinking for the rest of my life
I just might
