Accidents happen. With you, they happen too often to be accidents. Let this be my turn to make a choice and call it an accident.
TW: Implied abuse, confused feelings, other possible triggers. This ...
But it is and will be, so I cling to life,
as one day I might slip and end it with a knife.
But I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say,
and I hope that one day I will actually be okay.