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What’s Waiting for You?
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like,
What it would be like if I actually went ahead and committed suicide.
Would I go straight to hell?
Or would I be stuck in limbo?
Or would I just float around for the rest of eternity in a vast “Nothing”?
If I slit my wrist,
Would I bleed?
Or would I just wake up,
From a dream.
Maybe this is all just someone’s dream.
Maybe none of us are real.
So if I ended my life,
I would be ending nothing.
Swallowing pills.
Been there,
Done that.
Didn’t work obviously.
Chanel says it’s not the way to go.
But how would she know?
She’s thought of it before.
But not to this extent.
But people all over suffering,
Living in pain and sorrow.
No one to help them.
Maybe that’s their only solution.
Who are we to say that death is scary?
No one knows for sure what’s on the other side.
What could be waiting for us?
Maybe a marching band,
To sing our praises.
Maybe Satan,
Waiting anxiously to drag us off to hell.
For certain,
No one can tell.
