Sometimes I think I can't go on
and that my life should end.
Sometimes I think that what I
should to solve my problems is
to run a knife cross my skin.
Sometimes I think that the 
right thing to do is to put
a bullet through my head.
Sometimes I can't deal with
all of the problem I have
and that I don't deserve to 
live.
With all of these thoughts 
you may ask why I am still
alive.
I may have all of these thoughts,
but I know I will never try them.
I think that the more pain you
go through the more stronger you
become.
I think that the people who kill
them selves are weak and I would
rather be strong than weak.
And so I go on to see another
day.