they tell me i am stubborn,
because i let my hands burn.
but no need to show concern.

it's not for a personal gain,
but in fact to numb all the pain.
and let negative thoughts abstain.

they don't know the alternative,
that i should choose not to live,
or find a way to forgive.

but those thoughts still find me at night.
i try to put up a good fight,
while the darkness consumes the light

then i remember for every nightfall,
there is a sun-rise awaiting the call,
to remind me of reasons to stand tall.

life is already too short for this,
and there is too many people i'd miss,
so one more day, these thoughts i can dimiss