I can't
Not anymore
Honestly, just once more...
But, I told myself I wouldn't, I swore
As I stare at the razor, resting on the table
I imagine myself grabbing it that slicing it across my wrist
But, I can't... I won't be able
Just the thought of it turns my hand, into a fist
Life is not a fable....
Right now, my mind is unstable...
Tears run down my face, like rain storms in April....
Even though, my words maybe playful...
But my thoughts are fatal.
