Sharpness of the blade
One stroke and it's all over
No late night crying
No worrying of the future
No pressure of success
A million voices run through my head
I look through them, hoping for a decision
None come
All I hear are the bullies, discouraging words, and worst of all,
"I hate you"
The voice of the one person you love
Telling you that you can't ever be enough
The voices push me off the fence
Goodbye.