I'll play your favourite song, darling

i killed myself once.
i told the mirror i hated what i saw.
i told the pen i hated what i wrote.
i told my dreams that they were all obscene.
i told my love that it didn’t belong,
and i told my heart that it functioned all wrong.
but i am still alive,
hoping one day the mirror will forgive me,
that one day the pen will come back home,
that some day my dreams will regain power,
that soon my love will engulf me whole,
that my heart will one day begin to warm again.
i killed myself once.
but i got a second chance,
to make amends with myself.
to make sure that the next time i die,
it’ll be after a life well lived,
and that’s the way i hope to go.