Let me start by saying
I am not what you think.
I have been a problem
for quite some time now.
I have thought of a list
of the ways I want to die.

To begin, jumping against the wall
with every ounce of energy contained.
I watch as pieces of me fly around.
Shattered and beaten, I look for rest
but find none
until my time is gone.

Falling from a bridge
to my death after all,
I know that I will break
with the fall.
It is a place where machines lay
waiting to be recovered.

Flying out of a speeding car
in a hurry to get away.
I hit the road
and see parts of me spread about.
I never knew there was so much of me
until I saw it all spilling out.

Aww yes.Being eaten by a shark.
That sounds good.
Feeling each time he bites me
and laughing with every broken tooth.
He thought I would bleed
but he's the one hurting now.

I am not a baseball
but that is hard to believe
with every swing of the bat.
I'm breaking apart and my insides fly away
but watch what part of me hits you
because I can cut like a blade.

These thoughts that run through my mind
are but images I see every day.
You may not think I see them
but I do.
I am the computer screen, that you look at,
and I'm waiting for you to go away.
Each time you look at me
I think of another way to die.