The suicidal are more powerful than they think.
One cut, deep, deeper.
One more pill.
One gun shot.
One more second hanging by their neck. They could end it all.
So why is it that they choose to stick around? Why do we all choose to stick around?
Deep down we all know things will not get any better, they will only get worse.
The people that make us want to die are the ones that will find us.
Do we want to save everyone the hurt, when all they've done is hurt us, break us, make us worse?
Suicide is a comforting thought to me, to people like me.
I know it shouldn't be, but it is, I can't help it.
I don't understand why I'm sticking around.
Why I can't cut a little deeper, pop one more pill, hang by my throat one more second.
We have more power than we think.
We have the power to say 'I'm done with this, I'm done with my life.'
We have the power to choose when our last breath will be, but if they're like me, they can't do it.
They just can't.
They don't know why they can't.
Sometimes I think there's a reason I'm here, I just can't find one reason to stick around.
So why would I have a reason to be here?
We have the power,
We also have the power to pass up the power,
Let it go.
Live our lives....
Which will we all choose?
