my reason

I could die right now if I wanted,
I could slit my wrists or
take the pills that are sitting on my desk right now,
I could kill myself,
I could easily end my life.
But, I don't...
Death can happen at any moment, so why rush it?
I've been trying to die since I was 14,
The first time I started cutting was by accident when the razor knicked my wrist while I was going to shave my legs,
The first time I tried overdosing was when I was 17,
Ever since then I felt hollow from those pill bottles.
My reason for living is simple,
I don't want to rush death.
I want to live my life,
Before it comes to an end like a period at the end of a sentence.
And for now, I'm just here for the journey.

a.b.