Tonight I picked up a knife.
Tonight I had hoped to end my suffering.
Tonight I hoped for the darkness to consume me whole.
I held that knife at my throat,
Commanding my hand to do the wicked deed,
But it didn't,
At least,
Not tonight.
Tonight I picked up a rope.
Tonight I hoped to end the nightmares.
Tonight I hoped God would beckon me into the light.
I tied the knot in the noose,
Secured it tight and commanded myself to jump,
But I didn''t,
At least,
Not tonight.
Cutting wouldn't do the job,
Nor would hanging.
You're too much of a coward to jump off a cliff,
Or let yourself drown,
So, just for tonight,
You'll let yourself live.
