Sometimes.

Sometimes I walk through long grass,
with the hope that something will bite me,
and maybe I will die.
But it hasn't happened yet.

Sometimes I stand near a busy road,
and contemplate jumping in front of a car,
hoping to be seriously injured.
But I haven't done that yet.

Sometimes I stand on a hill,
and picture myself rolling down it,
thinking that maybe it'll hurt me badly.
But I don't think I can do that.

Sometimes I walk around in the dark,
wondering if someone might abduct me,
and torture and kill me.
But that's unrealistic.

Sometimes I think about running away,
leaving everyone who apparently,
loves me,
But that's selfish.

Sometimes I think about how people would react,
to me no longer being with them,
I think they'd be sad.
But I can't know for sure.

Sometimes I think death is better,
than dealing with school,
and life.
But in this case, death is not better.