My heart’s a vacuum.
I feel nothing.
I’m dead.

No accomplishments,
I’m a man who’s done nothing.
No ambitions,
I’m a man who’ll do nothing.
And I’m reaching for that gun.

But when you’re looking within
You’re not thinking it out.
When you shoot the man in the mirror
You murder a woman’s beloved son
And steal a father’s one hope for his old age.

I had potential,
I was going places.
My parents pushed me
But they didn’t love me.
And I’m walking for my bridge.

But when you’re looking within
You’re not thinking it out.
When you jump, you’re pushing
A man’s wife off that bridge,
Turning your children into orphans.

You’ve been keeping up your image
In your community.
But God sees when you pull out the needles
And try to escape the pain.
So you reach for the knife.

But when you’re looking within,
You’re not thinking it out.
When you cut, you’re draining
The blood of your best friend’s friend
The mentor who keeps him going.

I’m not my own man,
I’m not my own woman.
The one in the mirror is
Someone’s son, or wife, their mother,
Or friend. So I’m done.

I’m putting down the gun,
Walking away from the bridge,
Dropping the knife.

My heart is full when I think of others.
I feel my connection to them
And I’m alive.