To Be Brave
I think so much of how to kill myself
I think so much of how I want to die
I think so much of how I hate my life
I think of these and I cry
I often wish I had never been born
I often wish that I was dead
I often wish I was brave enough to die
These thoughts tumble around in my head
I wonder what things would be like
I wonder who would miss me if I was gone
I wonder how much my life really means
In the chess game of life I am only a pawn
I realize then even pawns are important
I realize then there is reason to survive
I realize then suicide is what's cowardly
To be brave I must stay alive.