Standing by the river I wonder,
Do I need a stone?
No. My heart is heavy enough.
It will drag me down for sure.

Standing by the river I smile,
Will I miss it all?
No. I’ll be glad to leave it behind,
And never come back.

Standing by the river I close my eyes.
One jump and I’m there.
No. Someone jumped after me.
He will never be my friend.

Standing by the river I’m thinking,
Will I jump again?
No. Behind the closed doors
I have fallen in love with the razor.

-Agnieszka Surygala, "River"