Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Die

The ceiling is bare
The dark is bleak
In this setting sick thoughts creep
I think about dying
Do I want to?
Yes
But would happen?
My mother is in my room, crying on the floor
My dad is covered in papers trying to drown in work
My brother is scared and feels alone
My friends are shocked
Some cry
Some too will try to die
While I am gone and cease to exist
What is it like?
Is there an afterlife?
Now with a jolt I sit upright
I don't want to die
I am to scared to end it
The people I leave behind
The fear of the unknown
I am cowardly and this time it's okay
I have now made my choice
I will look forward with hope and never let go
I don't want die anymore
I will live my life and work hard to become free
I will not die
I won't end it all
I have realized what I want
I choose life
I choose Life!