It's during this time of year
that the suicide rate is high,
and I'm on the shitter
a .35 in my hand,
ceiling fan on high in the
middle of winter
wishing I was a statistic,
wishing I had the guts,
an excuse to be a statistic,
but I don't
I never had the guts
and unless you think running out
of toilet paper is a good
excuse then I'll be wiping my ass
with my .35