I look at my wrists,
How easy it is to slit the wrists,
Death can come just by cutting wrists,
It’s a battle against the small voice that says cut your wrists,
Yet another voice says not to cut the wrists.
Thus, the tears fall as I say living is so hard,
Why does living have to be so hard?
When will life stop being so hard?
Even battling my own thoughts is so hard,
That’s why it can be so tempting to leave the world that’s so hard.
Yes, it would be so nice to finally rest,
Yet another day has arrived and I’m still alive,
I choose to live instead of rest,
I choose to fight and stay alive,
I choose living as I say “Please life, stop being hard, let me rest.”