I think about it everyday.
How easy it would be to get away.
Some ways are quick and painless.
Others not so much,
But wouldn't you want feel for one last time?
I would do it in the fall.
Beautiful trees for a background.
The wind echoing my cries.
I wouldn't have to leave a letter.
My diary would do.
All the notes of hate and pain.
With my reasons too.
