Choices The blood gently trickled down across my arm, I knew my friends would hate me for doing this self harm. Of course that will not stop me, it’s not like it’s a crime. Every little breath I take, I know there is no time. Perhaps I will regret this, think it a mistake I think of all the people whose beating hearts I break. Everyone has choices to figure out their fate, But I know mine was decided I just have to wait, Should I find a way, to end it all right now? Cover all my tracks so no-one knows quite how. I start to think of the notes I could leave, I wonder about people who might think of me and grieve. Is it really worth it, would all my dreams come true? If perhaps I knew the facts then I would follow through. Is there life after death, are the rumours real, I hope I wouldn’t have another dire ordeal. My life just isn’t worth this; my mother thinks I lie, It would be much more useful if I close my eyes and die.