A Love Letter, or a Suicide Note

I try to ignore the tally marks on my legs

It’s starting to embark a lot like last year

And I don’t want to succumb to my fears

I look over at my bamboo plant

That has wilted and dried

And in that moment I realized

That if I were God

We all would have died

Maybe I forgot,

I’m really not surprised

There’s a chemical imbalance in my head

That makes me believe I am better off dead

I take pills to replace my thoughts and feelings

But it was your embrace I sought when I was dealing

Now I’m lying here wrapped up in your sweater

And I can’t tell if what I wrote

Was a love letter,

Or a suicide note