Is It Right...?

Is It Right...?
That the knife looks so bright
That pills hold so great an appeal
And these cords call my name?
Is It Right...?
For the darkness to hold me
Cradle my head
Lull me to sleep?
Is It Right...?
To feel so helpless
To surrender to depression
And give up on life?
Is It Right...?
To feel this way
To want to survive
But to die day by day?
Is It Right...?
Is there light?
Is there hope?
Somebody out there to help me cope?
Or am I alone, left by the world?