Choice of Death

Yesterday
Black as night. Covering it up.

Red as blood. Why? Because it is.

Shining, glimmering, and flashing. The burn of it. It burns so hot as I cut. The red flowing off my ankle or wrist. Cover it in Black.

Today
Put on a plastered smile. Never show your problems or ask for help. Grew up & was told to solve them myself.

Tomorrow
Today is the day. Now to decide.

The knife in my hand? The gun on the dresser? The window? The bridge over the river?

Maybe the river will cover it up.

Maybe I could show my parents how I feel... or felt. Through the knife or the gun? Must I choose?

The rope... I almot forgot. The knoted, string that hangs on the tree.

Choices....

I chose the knife. My heart has already been carved through, so it should not matter.