A Choice
Given the choice
between life and death
I would choose death.
I’m sick of fighting
the demons in my head.
I would feel
no pain,
and maybe for once
I could feel happy
again.
There is nothing left
for me here.
I want to leave this place
and never return.
Though thinking it through,
I understand
why everyone says
life is beautiful.
Beyond the hell,
there is beauty.
There is life
love
happiness
and joy.
Given the choice
between life and death,
I would choose
life.
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