i lie in my bed
my heart pounds in my head
my life hangs by a thread
i'm almost dead

is this what i planned
to lose my life at my own hand
it's like sinking in quicksand
like falling with nowhere to land

my mouth is open but i can't scream
maybe this is just a dream
maybe i'll wake up to the same old scheme
back to walking on a balance beam

back to being too lost to ever be found
to being too being to numb to even frown
to being trapped in the bottle until i drowned
to being too high to ever come down

this is what i had in mind
to leave this life behind
so bring the bottle, bring the bong, bring whatever you can find
and lets party just one last time

kuz my life is hanging by a thread
and i'm almost dead
and i don't want to die lying in my bed
listening to my fading heart beat inside my head

Emo Seb

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-by-a-thread/