When you've taken the step, made the decision, brought down the knife,A step too far, the wound opens up, the extinction of life,Battles are fought, tubes are inserted, frantic running,"To hell with you all", eyes rolling back, you give up the ghost,Countless voices, no concept of time, which realm needs you most?,Then the guilt packs a punch, the tears start to fall, apolagies flow,And the promises come, and recovery starts, and they want you home,For a quieter life, you succumb to them all, and you pop the blue pills,But they're watching all day, and you feel like a goldfish, so you take to the hills,The dilemma returns, do you stay on this side? or do you jump over, and run?,If you jump you'll be free, if you stay, you'll conform, let the damage be done,So again you decide, you just need to let go, you administer cuts,And it starts one more time,you begin the next battle, hoping , this time, you've jumped.......