I can feel this noose around my neck,
begging to be pulled tighter yet again,
I don't need you to put me down,
I can make my own life end,
It's funny how we have the power,
To alter nature to better suite our needs,
but when death comes knocking at our door,
we stay down low on our knees,
Interesting how we see commitment,
as to much to have to bare,
and yet we still carry on our lives,
a commitment thats always there,
Funny how we don't think of these things,
until we realize what we fear,
and don't muster up the courage,
until death is already here,
most look at suicide as nothing but disgrace,
but is it an act of cowardness or an act of pride,
because i have always thought to myself,
that only those who are proud take suicide.
