The cold blade against my skin
The thought that everything would be gone, all the problems
One movement can end it all
The suffering, the doubt, the pain, the unknown
It’s a very scary thought that one movement can mean
All that money my parents spent on me would be a waste
The time and effort raising me, for nothing
One movement…. No
I can’t, I won’t, it would end it all
My family would never be the same without me
It would end the joy, the love, the music
I can’t I won’t only the strong are still on earth and I am strong
I will live for another day.
