I often sit and wonder,

if death would be better than life.

Perhaps it might be good,

for it'd put an end to all strife.

I feel it would be great,

from each bond to gain freedom.

To have the vast nothingness,

as my unending kingdom.

I imagine how easy it would be,

to snuff my life out.

It'd be so much better,

than living a life of doubt.

But something binds me,

stopping my upraised hand.

And I clutch on to hope,

desperately hanging by a strand....