The Way Poem by Amelie Anonymous

Is it wrong of me to dream of dying
To give up and just stop trying
To fantasize of pools of red
Of my lifeless body, cold and dead

To smile at the thought of cutting my wrists
My life at the mercy of my own fingertips
To imagine how long it would take
And what of my choice my friends would make

To be attracted to this traumatic end
To know my wounds will never mend
To dream of my last goodbye
Of the way I wish to die