Crucial

I'm trying to find,
if there is something,
that can stop me,
at this crucial moment.

(no, there won't be)
A dirty plate on the table,
two white sheets to write,
this writing to not fear,
I tried four times.
I'm still lying down
in the same corner,
time doesn't run
when there's no alcohol,
boredom prints on me
the courage,
to end this show.

And although time
would eventually
heal my wounds,
I can't reconcile,
I can't imagine,
I don't accept your reasons,
I'm tired of lies,
I don't want to continue,
I don't want to continue.

The truth is,
I don't want to continue.

And although time
would eventually
heal my wounds,
I can't reconcile,
I can't imagine,
I don't accept your reasons,
I'm tired of lies,
I don't want to continue,
I don't want to continue.

I'm trying to find,
if there is something,
that can stop me,
at this crucial moment.