When dying isn’t an option but all you can manage is living a lie all you hope for is a quick death.
Not a death of the body but of the soul trapped inside it.
When living is torture but all you can manage is self mutilation all you hope for is to be born anew.
Just once to have the knowledge that foresight provides that would free you from the choices which all lead to pain.
When there isn’t an answer or good reason to even hope and you stand there alone, rope around your neck, foot ready to take that last leap.
Enslaved by the choices that took you away from everything you wanted, choices that brought you your only reasons for living.
Not taking the leap in one way or another tightens the rope and in the end the only love you have left will be shattered.
Crying in silence when you see your reflection.
Crying aloud when you see yourself in them.
If it weren’t for them or what they’d think you could just…
Oh, but if it weren’t for them or what they’d think you would have…
