Still Can't

I stand in my room with the lights down low.
I'm the only one there; no one else is home.
I lay on my bed with thoughts gushing through head
Still can’t decide if I am better off dead.

Still can’t think of a reason to live
Holding life around me in a baby bib.
That bib which holds my life together,
Is the thing that I must be rid of forever.

Music is screaming from the insides of my room
The outside world trembles as someone breaks into my tomb.
A shinning light from afar takes a hold of my hand
And snatches the thing that begins to slit the band.

“Still can’t do it”, is it’s only reply.
“You are needed here,” it says with a delightful sigh.
The light stokes my hair and kisses my eye,
I know that in the end everything will be fine.

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