Suicide Memories

I look round the room
There's a window for jumping
A glass can be smashed
And then used for cutting
There's a box full of pills
I've carefully collated
Saving them up
To be added and taken
The sink in the corner
Can be filled for drowning
Hold my head under
While steadily counting.
I get esoteric
I'll die of exposure
Lie on a hill
Without any clothes on

Instead I choose smoking
To make myself ill
Reading the warning,
Cigarettes kill.