You could wake up and ask yourself
“Why another day?”
Or you could embrace the air
Filling your lungs
And the ruby drops circulating through your veins

You could start your day
With misery and discontent desires
Or you could see the sun within the sky
And appreciate how the moon has died
In order for the love of its life to shine

You could live your life
Wanting things you do not have
Or you could look around and see
You have everything you really need

So child, do not breathe that water into your lungs
Do not let that blade caress your skin
Your blood will flow onto your bed
Staining the porcelain sheets
Your body will be numb and you will feel relief
But dear, relief is not happy
Happy is stepping outside and filling your lungs with life
And not wanting to die

You could be a beautiful, disastrous wreck
Or you could be
Content