Escape Plan

Today I've finally spoken out and today I've poured out all my rage. Today my world has flooded with tears and today I've thought about my death. Tomorrow I'll be dead. Tomorrow I won't be crying anymore and I won't be laughing out loud because I'll be dead. Tomorrow I won't be holding any pen and write about memories because I'll be dead.

Tomorrow you won't hear me say anything about how badly you dress and by that time you won't find me reading again, because I'll be gone. Tomorrow I won't see the street lights again as the bus went uphill neither will I feel the cold breeze brush my cheeks as I let the wind in the open window, because I'll be a cold and numb corpse. Tomorrow I won't hop off the bus happily like a kid and I won't be able to walk down the road up to the church at night, because I won't be existing anymore. Tomorrow I won't hear the mass ever again because I'll be a soul drifting into the unknown. 

Tomorrow I won't be able to eat at McDonald's and write sappy stories on the back of the receipt, because I'll be dead by then. Tomorrow I won't see the stars hang lonely from the sky or the moon change its phases. I won't also hear the rain pouring and tapping on the roof because tomorrow I'll be dead. Tomorrow I won't hear music ever again or watch any of those sappy cliche romantic movies that always makes me cry, because I'll be in hell.

Tomorrow I'll be alone in this world, and that's when I'll do my escape plan, but before I execute it, today I'll hug my mom and I'll tell her how much I love her. I will also tell how grateful that she's my mom, but tomorrow she won't be able to hug me, kiss me or tell me how much she loves me, because I'll be dead. Tomorrow I won't exist and I won't see how the world is without me, and tomorrow I won't hear the words I would be dying to hear before, because I would be just NO ONE after tomorrow.

She is destined to be take away her life, but before she die she will feel loved and it would make her think twice, but Nothing, NOTHING could make her change her mind, because she is she. She always makes the wrong decision and tomorrow She'll be dead.