Questions Poem by Hollilouise Abbott

How can I do it?
What will be best?
Will it hurt?
Will it go wrong?
What if I live?
What if I find a reason to stop?
What If it’s too late?
How can I make you see it’s not your fault?
But that’s just it
I’ll do it,
No more questions,
No more worries, fears, anger, pain, hurt
This is the only way isn’t it?
Don’t you see there’s nothing else I can do?
Then why haven’t I done it yet?
What is stopping me?
I guess I hope I’ll find another way,
But there isn’t,
Just make it stop.