Your problem is not my problem.
The stones don’t pull me down;
Deep water isn’t where I lay.
Regrets don’t flood my head
While the bathwater turns red.
The rope doesn’t hang from my ceiling,
A new necklace I do not possess
My farewells are not written,
Your empty threats,
Drawing guilt out of me.
The knife against your wrist,
Begging for me to be the reason you stay.
It’s not my problem,
It is your life.