Stay

Life is a mystery
A mystery well known
Death on the other hand
Is no mystery at all.

We claim we know it all
How to create human robots
And cloning human beings
But do we truely know our own fatal deaths?

No one knows how they will die
Except for those who place it upon their hands
To take a few extra pills
Or cut our vulnerable wristsso bleed to our own fatal deaths.

Why do we choose to kille ourselves?
What purpose does it hold?
Not only have I come across it
But many others as well.

We choose to take our lives
So we can lift our burden off of everyone else,
To end our pain, our suffering,
To quit something we never wanted to start.

People harass us
Telling us we're stupid for wanting to die
To them the just do not understand
Their lives are just so full of glee.

I am tired of all their crap
I gave my life up to the world
If they wish for me to die
Their wish is now fulfilled.

No matter what I have been through
I am ready to say
I am not ready for death
I am ready to stay.