Is it time to slit my wrists?
Or do I hang in there one more day
Until this feeling goes away?

The knife is sharp and ready to go
But am I ready to make it so

I need to remember the joy in my life
Stop my whining, put down the knife

Every moment brings something new
The sun shining bright, the morning dew

I’ll be thankful today
At this moment in time
Pretending for now that everything’s fine