Still Okay

I got those sad old weary blue's
i don't know where to turn
i don't know where to go
nobody cares about you when you sink so low

what should i do
what should i say
should i take a gun and put my self away

i wonder what one bullet can do
but as hard as my head it would probably take two

but i ain't got neither
bullet or a gun
and I'm too weak to look for one

but if what i want i ever find
am i really that out of my mind
to leave this world and its worries behind

has my life made me that insane
have i forgotten that life isn't a game

when i make my choice i don't get a second try
and if i choose to leave that's it... good-bye

all i need to do is survive today
and see if tomorrow things go my way
and if they don't... that's still okay

*some of this poem i didn't write*