The Decision

I know this isn’t the answer,
But hell it’s a good option.
They call me a coward,
But they know nothing.

My life being suffocated,
But it’s my own hands,
My own hands are choking me.
Oh why am I doing this?

I can’t stand this no more.
This has to be stopped,
Where am I now?
Where was I ever?

Heaven or Hell?
Life or Death?
Light or Dark?
A Long Horror, or a Quick Fright?

My eyes finally open.
I, gifted with this insanity,
Am just a broken mind,
A torn soul.

People are made of steel.
People are made from dreams.
I am made of glass.
I am made from nightmares.

Should I do it?
Will I do it?
I should do it,
I will stop this forever.

I am terrified.
Alive but no longer.
Chained but now imprisoned.

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