Under my bed
There are three things I hide
A rope
A knife
A bottle of pills
The question is,
Which one would I choose?
Should I use the rope?
Like a snake that will choke a person to death
Should I use the knife?
That I always felt to be my friend
Should I use the bottle of pills
That would be emptied once I swallowed everything
Like how life really felt
All of them seems tempting
But not too alluring
And too thrilling

Don’t act too surprised
You knew this will happen
You just choose to not pay attention
And stick to it
Funny thing is that
We both always felt scared of living
More than dying

Now that I am gone,
What will you do my friend?
Will you hang yourself in the ceiling?
Cut deep through your throat?
Or?
Die in a heavy sleep?
Like there will be no tomorrow
Or
Will you let
Your regrets and guilt
Eat you alive
And hunt your vivid dreams
Every night.

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You only have a short time
Think wisely
For this choice is yours
And not mine