If ever you choose to **** yourself
When your head can take no more
Leave the windows open wide
And do not lock the door
So that your death may flee the room
And stain the anguished winds
Let them blow your breath away
And blow away your sins

But have no shame, no sense of guilt
For this thing that you must do
It's better by far to feel no thing
Than to feel nothing but rue
And if you choose to end yourself
Just know that you are right
May you rot inside the earth
As rots away the night