A bottle of pills, or
A rope in the closet, or
A razor on the wrist, or
A bullet to the head…

So many options…
To sleep like the dead…
No more memories…
No more pain…

No more people…
Who do not understand…
No fights to avoid…
No answers to give…

Set me ablaze…
Don’t waste your time…
Throw me in the trash…
Let my afterlife begin…

Aching…
As my soul has been…
Now my flesh joins in…

Nothingness surrounds me…
Life leaves me empty…
Moments come…
Then they go…
Darkness fills my heart…
It is my only joy…