Three options
A Rope
A Knife
A Gun

I pick up the rope
make a not and tie it on the tree branch
Lets not do this
I grab the rope and take the knife
I slit both  of my wrist
I grab the gun and contemplate
Do I want to do this?
In the distance I see a light
My night in shining armor
My wounds all heal and they all disappear

Then I'm in a concrete room
A single light bulb positioned
Right above a beaten and bruised body
I feel the smile on my lips
I pick up the knife
Then bite it so i can
Tie the rope around his leg.
I slowly cut into his leg and he screams out in agony

Then I'm back at my tree
All that remains is a stump
I take the gun and lean on the stump
I put the gun up to my head
I used the knife and the rope
Now all i have left is a gun
I start to pull back the trigger but I look up and my mom stands there shaking her head
I stop
I realize this isn't what I was meant for

Now I'm surrounded by white
A place in a area not meant to be seen
No company was written on the top of the door
I have a desk in the corner and papers covered with drawings
Then the door opens and the light outside blinds me.
They turned me into a animal
I continue to sit on my bed.
I have the blankets wrapped around me
But feel no comfort
I see a hint of the color black
They drop them and its an all black outfit
My blues eyes light up
I survived
All my pain had evaporated within that year of white walls.
But a new one appeared
I missed my family

I walk out of the hospital with a hat that was red and had St Louis Cardinals on it
I wore a pair of sunglasses and a shirt that said network security
and a pair of regular black pants.
I see them all standing in the distance.
My family that never deserted me
Then life went on like nothing happened
I was finally truly happy.