Have you ever wonder,
What would it be like to put a knife atop of your wrist,
Run it back and forth,
As it slice through your skin.

Then the blood oozes out,
Staining the once white floor,
Will you be hissing in pain,
Or will you be crying out in relief instead.

Have you ever wonder,
What what would it be like to have your body numb and cold,
As you lay on the cold hard floor,
Waiting for darkness to swallow you whole.

Then you set your eyes on the countless photos on the wall,
Recalling each and memory back,
As you let more air to leave your lung,
Before it then came down to your one last breath.

So you whisper your goodbye to the tightly shut door,
The deafening silence,
Before you forced out one last smile,
And let everything go.