I remember the day
The day I gave up on an assignment
Where the grade I would get
Didn't seem to matter
Most people would say
'That's good! You're not stressing!'
But it's NOT good
I wasn't being my normal self
I was lacking care
Lacking interest
Lacking sleep
I knew I was going to fail the assignment and I just accepted it
I don't accept defeat
Or at least I never had before
Why was I being so careless?
So uninterested?
Why did I have constant thoughts
of not being here?
Of course, I know why,
I wanted something
I wanted to die
