Still Standing Here ...

My heart is pounding
My hands are shaking
My mind is dying
And my heart is aching

Just like yesterday
And the day before
I really believe I can not
Take much more

Who can live like this?
A prisoner by their own tongue
Nobody knows, cos I don't say
I feel ready to die though I'm still young

Just want to let go
Find some peace to sleep
All I have to do is take this blade …
And let it cut deep …

So why am I still here
When I could go … ?
Am I really ready to die?
I don't know …

But in my heart
And in my soul
I know there's nothing left
That could make me whole

So why am I still standing here?
Why don't I have my suicide … ?
I've tried before, why not again?
Why can't I decide?

I sink back onto my bed
Tears rolling down my face
Wondering how and WHEN
I can escape this place.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005