Undecisive Suicide

Stepping in the bathroom, With a razor in you hand, Your about to meet your doom, As you have it planned. You better lock the door, So that no one can walk in, During the act of slitting your skin. Committing your suicide, Should be a simple mission, But coming to find out, Do you give yourself permission? Sitting and thinking, As the tub fills up with water, You're about to particpate in the act of self slaughter Now accepting the fact that your happiness is gone, You put away the tool, because it is time to move on...