Those were the words I thought of as I sat in a warm bath hoping

just hoping that that would fix me

it was 9:18 when I smelled like an obituitary

it was 9:22 when I relized that I don't smell like one

i am one

the kind of one that you grease past in the local news

the kind you looked at once thinking I was just an old hag

the kind of one that you relized too late that I was just a teenage suicide

the kind that you'd look closer to my name because you felt like you'd seen it before

the kind that makes you drop the paper because you told me all the stuff that drove to me ending it all

the kind you whould have looked up to block everyone who cared for me or at least pretend to