The Fear Of Ending Poem by Stewart Ross

If I would choose to end my time 
On this cold endless sea
What manner of escape 
Would my courage pick for me

The blade would glide quite easily
O'er soft and eager skin
To open up my flesh and let cold sharp metal in
But the fear of icy steel would never let me start,  
So another way must be found,  
To still this beating heart

To jump from height?  
Another method,  
to reach my sweet demise
One fatal  step to end the pain
To silence tortured cries
Cowardice wont let me 
Say my last goodbyes
 I cannot take the final step
No matter how I try

Too much pills then shall I take?
And wait for deaths cool bite
To sink into the blissful sleep
Of everlasting night
But pills they are not sure enough
To end the misery
and I might wake from blissful sleep
Still longing to be free

There are no ways that I can see
That fill me not with fear
And so I cry and moan and curse
The fact that I'm still here.