she'd cry wolf

I used to worry

that she'd kill herself.
I was concerned

about her mental well being
after
so many threats,

but after a few
times of seeing the bottles
of pills

still capped,
the rope, the razor, the crocodile
tears,

and what not,
I relaxed and yawned,
then went for a long
walk.

hoping that the house wasn't
in flames
when I returned.