Will you press that blade down so hard against your skin, so you can drag it through and cut your veins? Will you watch all of the colours in the world turn to black? Will you put that noose around your neck, and step forward and let your neck snap, while you swing back and forth in motion of the fall? Will you step up to the end of the cliff and look over the edge, picturing your dead body and the bottom. Taking the leap and watching your life flash before your eyes? Will you take all the pills in your house and swallow them. Hoping you die soon enough before someone finds you. Hoping you’ll just go to sleep and never wake up? Will you do that?
