Suicide
Nearly once a week I think about it
We've all thought about
I think how it would be so easy
I think about how quite it would be
Nothing but rest
I haven't come close
I've thought about it, but can't do it
I've wanted too but couldn't
Why is it we think it
Why do we want it
I do not know
Something is divine
Something always stops me
I think I know
I doubt it's celestial
We must keep walking
We must drive on
Why?
I guess I'll figure that out at the end