Before I Was Alive

I killed myself: I took my own soul
In the midst of the summer before I was alive.
I gave up on everything that hands cannot hold.
I chose this for me. I chose, and I died.


In the midst of the summer before I was alive,
I had to do something. I had to be strong.
I chose this for me. I chose, and I died
Knowingly. Choosing right over wrong.


I had to do something. I had to be strong
For my mother, my father, my brothers and friends.
Knowingly choosing right over wrong,
I sought my own bitter end


For my mother, my father, my brothers and friends.
They deserved that: some lack of surprise.
I sought my own bitter end
With tears stinging and blurring my eyes.


They deserved that: some lack of surprise.
I gave up on everything that hands cannot hold.
With tears stinging and blurring my eyes
I killed myself. I took my own soul.