When hope is lost, and the debt is high,
You're boxed in a corner, and the end seems nigh,
Trapped and helpless, you can't get out,
To make it end swiftly, you act sans doubt.
The act may be symbolic, a cry for help,
To dissuade the people, who are after your scalp.
Scare them enough, they'll hound you no more,
As sympathies pour in, prepare for what's next in store.
At times however, the motive is hard to make out,
Maybe you're tired, apathetic, or on the verge of burnout.
You don't mind living, you don't mind settling the debt,
You're indifferent to the outcome, indulge in Russian Roulette.
Whether stressed, bored or seeking help, I feel the end of your rope,
Let this day pass gently, tomorrow we'll together, weave new hope.
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