Am I a coward? Or am I strong? The pain that has towered Dealt with for so long
Yet, I'm still here Is it because fear?
I've wanted to die I can't help but wonder why Why haven't I?
Do I persevere? Life, do I hold dear?
Or am I afraid? Of being laid Down in a tomb? Is it worse than my room?
So am I a coward? Am I so weak? Or am I strong In the face of a life soured? I can't help but think About my song
The song of my life Could it sing strength? Somehow my knife Shining at length Doesn't seem to believe I'll be remembered that way So I would conceive Strength isn't what people would say When describing me So cowardly then Is what I must be For not bringing my end
And I still don't know If I'll ever go Will I ever confide In my suicide?
Is suicide cowardly, or an act of strength? Is living on? Could both be either? Which am I? I can't bring myself to believe the better. So then, am I a coward for living, or would I be a coward for dying?