For Janice – don't know what I'd do without you.

Little poem about Christian contemplating suicide. This is the first time
I've written anything after a very emotionally violent 2 weeks. So maybe it
reflects how I am feeling on a very unattached level (I WASN'T suicidal,
just really pissed off and upset)

*!*

Come on little boy
Time to end the misery
Time to say goodbye
The world doesn't enchant you anymore
You're all burnt out
Broken, scarred, and all alone

A slash, a pull, a leap
That's all it takes, little boy
To end the agony
To end the shades of grey
And find a pathway to a new world
Where you are new again
Healed, alive, and loved

A sip of poison touching your lips
Sweet and painless, induced sleep
The world becomes cloudy
And drifts away into nothingness
A soft shudder as your lungs lack air
And breathe again in a new place

A gash or a stab of a knife in your chest
Hot and excruciating, body struggles
A rush of red flooding out of you
A breathtaking scene, weakening muscles
A fast wrench as your broken heart stops
And starts again in a different world

A pull of a trigger at your temple
Instant and violent, gone before you fall
Thoughts and feelings flash away
Ceasing to exist in any form
Not a sound as your mind is obliterated
And reforms again in paradise

A jump from your garret window
Freedom in its darkest form
Like a bird trying to fly with broken wings
A breezy fall, a rough landing
With a wave of aching as your body collapses
And is reborn again in heaven

Come on little boy
The choices are laid out for you
There are no more songs to whistle
No more poetry to be written
No more jealousy to fight
No more love
Just a shell of an existence
Not even a half-life for you

Come on, I dare you
The world doesn't need you anymore
And you don't need the world
Drink
Stab
Pull
Jump

Die to be alive again.