Suicide

I could end it all.
Take the pain and misery
and drown it in sorrow.
I could take my razor
slice through my porcelain skin,
pierce through delicate veins
watch my hot blood spurt from my wrists.
Die a happy death.
Doing what I love most.
Cutting.

I could end it all.
Tie my noose from thick strong rope.
Tie it firmly to the ceiling.
Move my chair underneath.
Say my final goodbyes
to the cruel, horrible world.
Take my own life
Jump from the chair.
Leave myself hanging,
literally breathless.

I could end it all.
Sharpen the knife.
Take them in my hands.
Hold the knife toward my chest.
Come to terms I would never see the earth again.
Plunge the deadly weapon,
deep within your heart.
Watch yourself weaken with every breath.
Wish goodbye to the world.
Good ridance.