Would I care what people thought
when the choice was resolved
knowing there'd be no joy
just shades of angst to be explored?

this sum of anger for an end
arriving early by selfishness
becomes a vessel of the pain
for those seeking facts to blame

what part they played in memories
is for survivors to decide
this gift unwanted by the world
submitted by pain’s reserve

the sum of good is cast aside
with ill supplanting views of life
already I know there's no joy
in choices made to leave the hurt.

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