What if it was the answer to end your life?
What if, that really was the right thing to do?
It never is, it’s always been forbidden to.
You’ll be a sinner.
You’ll be mourned, but you will be selfish.
You will inflict pain on those who tried to save you.
You will take away the piece of you you gave them.
That spot, will be empty.
Yet you’re so sure it will easily be filled.
What if it can’t?
And they follow your lead?

You wouldn’t know. you’d be rotting in the ground.
Worms, dirt.
Rain, sleet, snow. hail. everything. you cannot protect yourself, then.
You will be six feet under.
You cannot see anything.
You will not feel pain, because you cannot feel.

They will still suffer, though.
They can see above the grave, above your tombstone.
your name, engraved.
that’s all that’s left
a title. your name.
nothing else.

Life is too much to bare
There’s too much betrayal.
Everyone has a knife
You are NOT safe, anywhere, with anyone, at anytime.

You will be safe in the ground as you decay.
Your body will be eaten, but your presence will still remain.
But you won’t be remembered fondly.
You will be remembered as the selfish, depressed one who couldn’t handle it.

And you traumatized everyone.

What’s your escape?
find the exit.

Your belongings become keepsakes, or constant reminders that you GAVE UP.
You left them behind, to clean up your atrocious mess.

You did this.