Life
Sometimes I wonder about my life
And how easy it would be to end it
With a gun or a knife
With this knife in my hand I'll just sit
I could have killed myself
With the knife in my hand
But today I'll leave it on my shelf
And not kill myself as I planned
As I do not see it fit
Life just might be worth it
For there is one and one is many
As we stand here together still yet steady
Copyright © Damon Marchuk | Year Posted 2012
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