Dark Thoughts

Wouldn’t it be better, I think, in the dark,
for a blade to pierce this empty heart?
Wouldn’t it be quick, concise,
for a poison deadly and precise,
for a bullet swift, or a noose drawn tight,
to end my worthless, too-long life?
I could do it, I think, alone,
staring at the possessions which I own.
Could erase it all with the flick of a match,
watch the blaze go up in a bloom of ash.
I could do it, I have the guts, and the tools,
the tools I’m sure to find…
so why…why…won’t I choose to die?
Why can’t I make up my mind?

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