I don't know why I always choose this time to contemplate.
It inevitably results in me staying up way too late.
I always wonder if I will ever be remembered.
What if they come across my body which is completely dismembered?
There are times when I contemplate using the rope.
It is at this moment when I need advice from the Holy Pope.
In my stomach it feels like someone is driving home a wedge.
I'm glad I don't get this feeling as I walk on the ledge.
My mind becomes obsessed with these horrible thoughts.
It continues to perpetuate until a brain vessel clots.