I went to the frozen lake
to drown myself,
yet, followed by mistakes,
I failed to break the ice.

I had written a letter
to let everyone know
that things would be better
now that I’d be gone.

I couldn’t go through
with my plan,
so I will start anew.
I need but a few more lies.

Dedicated once more,
I’ll try again,
though not the same as before.
This time will be the one.

I go to the bridge
that runs across the lake.
Here, on this ridge,
I say my last goodbye.