Maybe I should jump off a cliff and break my spine, sending me into instant death.
Or maybe I should slit my wrists, savoring all the bliss.
Or maybe I should bite my lip and hold on to each and everyday, taking it all.
Or maybe I should take the coward's way and make it stop right now.
Or maybe I should stop all this thinking and take life for all it's worth.
Or maybe I should stop talking to myself, thinking all is astray.
Or maybe I am right, thinking all of this is fake.
Maybe I should drop the knife, maybe I should back away.
Oh well, too late, I've gone through another day.
