I just found what were supposed to be my last words Left behind when I attempted to take my life On a lonely, heartbroken, crucial night. Notes to three people Who loved me and tried to protect me But who could not protect me on Christmas Eve.
I still wonder why I didnβt die that night And maybe thatβs why I hold on to the hastily written notes; For the reminder that itβs not my choice, when I should go.