Turnaround Poem by The Queen's Dagger

I wanted to forget.
I wanted to remember.
I wanted to feel something.
I wanted to hate.
I wanted to love.
I wanted to disappear.

So I took up the knife
and thought that maybe, hopefully,
I could finally end this life.

But something stopped me;
an unexpected thought,
a forgotten memory.

I sheathed my dagger,
I got down on my knees
and I gave in,
while at the same time
agreeing to fight.

I poured the poison
out into the sink,
I'll never have another drink.

What happened?
Why this sudden change?
I don't completely know
why I decided to see it through,
but I owe it all to you.