Suicide

we think about it everyday.
we don't mean to,
but we do anyways.
there are parts of me
who want to die now
and there are others
who want me to live.
we are in a "Catch - 22"
and we don't know what to do.
death seems so nice and final
where we don't have to deal with life,
but there is another part of us
that doesn't want to deal with death.
suicide seems to be the answer
for the Crew doesn't know what to do.
"but suicide is so final,"
retorts a member of the Crew.
"but it would be so peaceful,"
replies another member.
"but what happenes if it's not successful,
we'll have to live with the error forever,"
as another one speaks up.
there is a real debate going on
that no one else can see,
because it's all going on
inside one person's head.
"suicide does seem to be the answer,
but it would be so final.
i just don't know what to do,"
replies the person where the debate is held.
the debate will continue to go on
until there is a final consensus.

july 2002

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