Contemplation

The blinding light burns my eyes,

What has come of my demise?

The voices in my head,

talk until I wish to be dead.

So many escape routes,

But which would suit?

Should I carry on,

with this life that seems so wrong?

No. Take the pills,

they'll surely kill.

Maybe the noose.

What do I have to loose?

Make a choice, do it quick,

but which implement should i pick?

There, the shiny razor,

because never in my life have I felt braver.

The sharp edge presses against my wrist,

I won't be missed,

I need to do it, need to leave,

stop existing, don't want to breathe.

Blood drips to the floor,

I can't do this anymore.

I fall down, relief shines through my eyes,

I am so sorry mum, for this terrible surprise.