I perched atop the precipice
On the cliff I haven't missed
I looked on down into the black
And the dive I knew would take me back
I stared, I cried, I looked with fear
As my feet they drew me near
I'm sadness covered in a shell
Frilly wrapping paper and a bow
You'd shake if you only knew my hell
But instead I go put on a show
There's times I'd like to take my life
Into which vein should I put this knife?
But then I wake to another day
God told me, no, you have to stay
If only to bring others smiles
I swear life won't be only trials.
So here I sit and breathe in life
And put away the kitchen knife.
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