It would be easy, to end it all, the liars say,
Yes it would not be hard, to finish this today,
Yes it would be so simple, to take away my life,
To rid myself of all of this, this hatred and this strife.
They say the brave ones are the folk, who do not yield the fight,
And yet to step into the dark, needs far more greater might,
For they do not know what's to come, and fear what is unknown,
Yet still they choose to enter in, and travel so alone.
And so, despite not knowing, what is on the other side,
And knowing that they cant turn back, they can not run and hide,
And knowing that they may not find, the freedom that they seek,
Still they say, "I welcome death", and we dare call them weak.