Tis not the blade I fear,
Nor the burn of flame
But that of waking up with shame
I fear the failure of taking life
Haunted by the expressions of those close to me
Regretful of the life left un-lived
Horrified by my own inner thoughts
Just wishing to be lost
Away from the pain, the pressure
Sadden for the cowardice actions in my head
Cheerful happy me is but a step away
from giving up or feeling eternal freedom
Tis the unknown answer that prevents the death
