Suicide

thoughts randomly come to me..

Taking the blade
Thinking of the life behind her
Not in front
All this takes is a swift motion
Pressing the blade to the throat
End it all
Lose it all
What will be worth?
Nothing.
But nothing is all we need
Pressing the blade harder
Making the needed motion
We scream
Screams morph to chokes
Collapsing to the ground
A tear rolls down our cheek