I wonder if ever you are reading an email
And the person on the other email
Is just robotically answering
On the edge
Maybe in 1 minute they’ll commit suicide
Or maybe they are going crazy
I wonder if there is someone
Who I’ve spoken to
Who destroy themselves
A minute after talking to me
You really don’t know
What a normal conversation in a cafe I had yesterday
My friend didn’t suspect at all
That in an hour I would be thinking about cutting my thighs up with a knife
You really don’t know a person
Life is just a series of random events colored in different lenses
My life: Cafe, blue
My life: Home, pink
My life: Train station, yellow
Blue talk
Pink cut
Yellow throw yourself in front of a train
I remember thinking that on the way home
What if I just died
On the way home
Would JF get worried
Probably he would try to write or call me
Maybe someone would answer?
Or no one would answer and he would be sad
Or worried
The next day he would definitely think something terrible happened
I wonder what then
Would he call the hospitals
Or would he think
I just left
With my passport and wallet
It would be very rough days, weeks
Not knowing what to do
Where to go
Never will know what became of me