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and what if i were to end it all?

what if i ceased to be?

what if my hands were stained with sin?

and all that was left of me?

what if i turned out the light?

'till blackness filled the void?

what if i ended it all right now?

what little left, destroyed?

what if, when gone, it was all made right?

as though, i myself, were wrong?

and that would explain the constant guilt,

the constant needing to belong.

what if my life i shattered?

would the heavens open wide?

would all the hurt cease to be?

and all wrongs be rectified?

one small act could do it,

one leap of faith, by me,

could put an end to all this grief,

where i would cease to be.