Why

I am cursed with life
And a need to strive
Even with this vice
I don’t want to decide
Yes, I want to decide
I want to survive
But that’s someone’s lie
I thought about it twice
What it means to die
Or just not suffice
Wouldn’t it be nice
To not be contrived
To be your new wife
Like a gaping vine
Hanging from the lights
Secondhand advice
I thought, I think, I gripe
Will you ever try
To dress to the nines
And talk of our small lies
Of how you tried
I don’t think I’m kind
I’m a bastard tried
I smile at suicide

Why