Final Hook (4)

They say suicide is always an option
waiting at the end of pain
but I’m not marching there in silence
like a slave in the rain

If that’s the last door standing
I will pass a thousand first
choosing sleep
choosing help
choosing rage
choosing thirst

And if dawn feels like a sentence
and not a brand new start
I’ll still drag this battered body
still drag this stubborn heart

Whisper “you’re not trapped, you’re choosing”
into my own shaking chest
leave that final option locked away
walk one more mile instead