By Peehu Jaiswal
Do u think it would be dramatic
Like a gun to my head
Hand queering on the trigger
Do u think I would go with it or will I reconsider
Or would it be subtle
Like a bottle of tablets
A empty glass of wine
Notes open on my phone and my favourite rhyme
Do you think it would be melancholic
Letters to family when I’m gone
I already did cause them so much grief
How do I ask them to move on
Or would it be tragic
Like Knife to my wrist
A pool of blood
Staining my mother’s favourite sheets
Do you think it would be grand
Like water in my lungs
A bloated corpse tied to a cinder block
Or would it be converted
Driving down a busy lane
With breaks that don’t function
A slip onto a eternal plain
Do you think it would be deranged
Like alcohol or pills
Addict instead of a coward
A victim of abuse instead of anguish
There is infinite possibilities in my mind
Of how could I end it, I hope I don’t act on it
I don’t know what tomorrow has to offer
But I stand here with you in solidarity
Saying That you aren’t alone
I have demons of my own
And even if today is a loss as I contemplate my worst thought
Tomorrow I shall wake up with a hope
And if tomorrow is the same I hope the day after that brings a change
By Peehu Jaiswal
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