Blade, Noose, Poison, Pills, a Gun

The blade feels so relieving
upon my pale skin.
I've never felt anything more better
disregarding the fact it's a sin.

The rough noose is reassuring
wrapped around my neck.
Where should I do it?
My closet, my attic, my deck?

The poison tastes so good,
mouth-watering and delicious.
Against what people say it does,
I'm actually feeling more voracious.

The pills have such pretty colors
that I find appealing to the eye.
When taking more than allowed,
I see chromo as I sigh.

The feeling of power in a gun
makes me shiver, awaiting the end.
To think that such a beautiful thing
is mainly used to defend.

I don't know what to choose,
blade, noose, poison, pills, a gun.
All I know is that whatever I do,
at least my life will be done.