Book of words.

Death

I’ve thought about it, I swear I have

I’ve held the knife so many times

But I’ve never been brave enough to do it

 

I’ve been to the edge

And I saw the distance down

I’ve even make a few attempts

But try as I might I couldn’t do it

 

I’ve opened and closed the door many times

I’ve even stuck my head out as the cars passes me by

I’ve felt the speed of the wind on my face

And I wanted to be carried away with it

But again I couldn’t bring myself to do it

 

I’ve held the bottle in my hands many times

I’ve even counted out the amount that will work

I’ve swallowed a few, but never enough to end it

However, just as before I just couldn’t do it

 

I did something amazing today

And I didn’t even had to think about it

I chose to live my life even if it seems unfair

I chose to make my own happiness

And if you don’t like it

Well guess what? I don’t care.