Sometimes I wonder how it would feel if I slit my throat.

How would the cold blade feel against my skin as it cuts through my flesh while it breaks all those restrained sadness I chose not to show.

How would it feel like if I die?

I wonder if my family would miss me, if they would mourn over my loss and whisper me the words I so longed to hear or would they despise my dumb recklessness and 'madness'.
Would they finally understand me?

I wonder if my friends would remember me, cry at my wake.

Rekindle the memories and the laughter we made.

How would it feel if I say my final goodbye?

I wonder if death would give me the life I wish I had when I was still breathing.