don't panic!

Every time I want to die,
I try to talk to you.
And I don’t know if that’s because
You’re to blame. Or because
 I want you to save me.
Every time I say,
I’m ready, there’s nothing left
for me here.
I say it loud enough
for someone to hear me.
To grab my waist before I jump.
To kiss me before I swallow.
But there is nobody in this city.
The rooftops are empty.
Maybe it’s all just a matter of time.