Every once in while my mind is consumed of thoughts of you. I often think of different scenarios of what to do. I could've call the police or drove a little faster. But no matter my choice, this time it ended in disaster. But the past is the past and there is no going back. And even if I wanted to I couldn't pick up the slack. Because if was your life and your decision. This choice however needed some revision. I don't think you realized suicide wasn't the answer. And now those you love are beginning a new chapter. Without you.