Sometimes

• Sometimes I think about alternative methods to kill myself.

• Sometimes I want to sit inside a cupboard or a wardrobe and close the door tightly.

• Sometimes, on the walk home when nobody’s around, I spread out my arms like I’m flying.

• Sometimes I pull the blanket over my head and sit huddled on my bed for hours.

• Sometimes I make up the life stories of the passengers on the bus.

• Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I sit on the toilet for hours and do nothing but think.

• Sometimes, I have an intense need to find a very, very small, enclosed space and climb inside.

• Sometimes, while walking next to the road, I have this overwhelming urge to throw myself in front of a car.

• Sometimes I just want to lie down, right then and there, on the ground.

• Sometimes- most of the time- there’s something I want to say, but I don’t say anything.