Believe.

I've come to the end of the road
I thought it would be easier, shedding the load
But I can’t let it go.

I want to be free and get on with my life
But my eyes keep glancing over to the knife
It would be so easy.

It would feel so nice, to let all the anger out
But there’s always that seed of doubt
The little voice that stops me every time.
The little voice has saved me many times
It always tells me ‘you will be fine’
I wish I could believe it.

Then theirs my voice, encouraging me to die
Urging me on, listing to all the reasons why
This voice is the one I listen to.