Suicide.
If I had a reason to end my life
one good enough
I'd grasp that knife.
The one with the blade, sharp to the touch.
Place it to my wrist.
Adrenaline rush.
Fear, hate.
Coward! Why wait?
Fuck this life, and take the bait.
Fuck me over like hopeless fate.
And when I give up, when I decide
that death is frightening, I've lost all pride.
I'll try again. Someday, I will.
I'd smile in a daze and watch blood spill.
I'd sigh in pain, and lay dying still.
Better yet, I'll take the pill.
one good enough
I'd grasp that knife.
The one with the blade, sharp to the touch.
Place it to my wrist.
Adrenaline rush.
Fear, hate.
Coward! Why wait?
Fuck this life, and take the bait.
Fuck me over like hopeless fate.
And when I give up, when I decide
that death is frightening, I've lost all pride.
I'll try again. Someday, I will.
I'd smile in a daze and watch blood spill.
I'd sigh in pain, and lay dying still.
Better yet, I'll take the pill.
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