so easy yet so hard.

I closed my eyes and imagined the glinting blade of the knife as it slowly cuts my skin
the blood flowing from my wrist; slowly, seductively,
my consciousness fading, my heartbeat slowly faltering,
I am going away, finally flying away,

then I opened my eyes and I know it simply couldn't be done,
it's not yet time to go, it's time to wake up
there's work waiting for me.

suicide.

So easy to contemplate but do you have the heart to do it? Are you strong enough to slice your wrist and give up your life?

Do I have the heart to do it? Am I brave enough (or desperate enough) to do it?

Probably not. Probably will never have the courage to do it though sometimes the idea of just doing it is so tempting. Suicide is for cowards, those who can't face life's challenges; those who cannot survive in a fierce world.

But am I not a coward too?

Wrist slashing is not for me. I may be desperate to get out of this life (like most people in the world) but I don't think I could ever bring myself to let a knife kiss my precious skin.

But I don't know for how long...