If I could, I’d blow my brains.

I’d cut my wrists, and shoot my heart.

I’d jump off a bridge, in hopes to have a newer start.

If I was able, I’d cut my throat, and voluntarily choke.

But No.

God keeps saving me.

I wish that he didn’t, and wouldn’t, but he does, and I have no choice but to be great and express my heart.

I run away, but then he pulls me back.

I have to stay in this life…

I don’t want to, but I will.

I don’t have to, but I must.