The fate of my life is in my hands Do i live or do i die Do i suffer or rest in peace Fight the urges or become one of the deceased. I think of this every day and it's difficult for me to decide Unsure of what lies ahead I think i'd just rather die. Whenever i get the pills ready I always stop to think. Part of me doesn't want to and it's that part of me which speaks Why can't i gather the courage. Why can't i just fade away.