My Ending

If I could choose a way to die
I’d slit my wrists and do it right
No half hearted scrapes with pins
No making sure the knife is blunt
Just slit my wrists, and do it right.

If I could choose a way to die
I’d bleed to death out of sight
No dramatic bathroom scene
No poor children who’s memories burn
Just bleed to death, out of sight.

If I could choose a way to die
I’d write my life story onto my skin
No poorly written book for me
No half-remembered life of mine
Just use a blade, straight onto skin

If I could choose a way to die
I’d let my family know my wish
No bringing me back from far beyond
No shock of rubies on ivory skin
Keep my families memories pure
Let them hear my laugh and not my silence
See my smile and not the blood
Just let my family know it’s coming

If I could choose a way to die
I’d slit my wrists, and do it right