Is it my time?

I'm depressed,
and inebriated,
my last night?
is my life fated?

i don't want death,
but i hear a whisper,
of someone who cares,
my hopeful listener,

the devil in my ear,
should i listen,
his says its now,
is that my position,

a firm voice,
said come here,
i know your problems,
have no fear,

at first i listened,
but then i was scared,
all the things id miss,
but then things i feared,

i thought of my life,
and how hard I've tried,
all those steps,
with no counted stride,

maybe I'm going backward's,
and he's the way out,
i thought twice,
then came the doubt,

a whisper again,
louder than last,
sad you could be happy,
and happy fast,

but i cant let go,
of the family i got,
can't picture my sis,
with a broken heart,

then he yelled,
"come to me"
if your soul is mine,
I'll set you free,

i turned and ran,
straight outa my head,
its not my time,
i don't want to be dead..
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