5W & 1H

When the blade kisses my wrist,

or the water drowns me with love,

comfort enters my mind.

How does the metaled gun,

feel so soothing against my temple?

What does it mean, 

to feel intoxicated,

as the pills run down within me.

Why does the firmness of the rope,

around my neck,

feels like an anchor in my life.

Where do I get the answers for all my problems?

Who the hell are you,

 to judge me for my pain?