Lying on my bed,
late at night.
Eyes tired,
body dead,
mind racing.
So many unanswered questions -
Why me?
Why now?
Why Brittany?
Why Rachel?
Why not suicide?
That last question,
burns my mind.
Taunting,
teasing,
tempting me.
A knife in the kitchen,
a gun in the closet,
water in the pool.
So many ways yo die,
but which will be the most fun?
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