Would it be so wrong

Would it be so wrong

To treat my ills with poison?

Would it be so wrong,

To admit that I’m lost in the shadows?

Would it be so wrong,

To not get up the next time I fall?

Would it be so wrong,

To acknowledge my failures?

Would it be so wrong,

To not just drink but to drown?

Would it be so wrong,

To deny faith?

And would it be so wrong,

To not just stop hoping

but caring too?

Sh