I stood up there calming myself,
talking good, giving hope
Staring at a stray paper and wondering
death stared, cuddling!
At that point life seemed hard
consoling, drying my own tears
That low within said, ” Give up.
There is nothing left to live up”
Circumstances rendered a dagger fit
why not use it appropriate?
Why not cut self in two
end the heartsick period and life too?
A thousand reasons to cut and bleed;
to sip a potion of arsenic;
jump from eleven floors or come under a car
to survive, life was praying onto a star.
Sobbing, thinking, fighting a war
light flickering, overtaking dark…
it decided slamming gloom
for a day avoiding doom!