If I drag this knife

Across my throat

And fall into a dream

And wake up in your open arms

What would you think of me?

If I cut my throat

Bleed on the floor

And find that I am dead

Who would come to greet me?

Where would I find my bed?

If I take my time

Think about it some

And put the blade to rest

Would I continue living

Knowing I had done what’s best?