To Create. To Live

I Promise To Try

I don't know death

But I might get acquainted

I'm not prepared for his arrival

But I always liked visitors

There are many things I love

But I lost all that loves me

I'm never without a smile

But I can't hold it any longer

There is so much left for me to do

But I can't see myself happy

My options are plenty

But only one will take the pain away

I don't want to hurt myself

But I see no other escape

I promise I'm not suicidal

But if there was a gun to my head,

Or a knife at my throat,

Or a car racing quickly toward me,

I can't promise that I'd move

But I can promise I'll try