You can do it, just one little slip of the knife and it’s all over.

Nothing could ever bother you again.

Friends and family might weep and cry, but they’ll soon forget.

They’d move on rather quickly, to tell you the truth.

So why can’t you do it?

You sit there and stare at the endless ground, trying to push this thought to the back of your head.

It wont work.

This gut feeling that this is wrong, will go away. I will make it.

You’ll see how better off everyone will be without you.

Listen to me. Do what I say. Take the knife in your pale, bony hand, and just end it.

Do it, do it right now.

Everything will be so much better for you… Trust me.

I am always right.

Look at the knife! It’s basically begging you to use it.

Why do you hesitate?

Are my truthful words not persuading you?

Time is running short, you must hurry!

Nothing could be worth the feeling of ending the pain, do you not agree?

You mustn’t give up, stop your hands from shaking! You can do this!

I watch as the knife falls from his hands, slamming into the pavement with a hard landing.

“I can’t do it…”

Now you must live with the pain.

I gave you the chance, but you want to take the hard way.