Today I sat in a crowded coffeehouse for several hours
I wrote pros and cons to every suicide method I had considered
I wrote my letters and to do lists for before I go
Nobody knew I was there to plan the end of my young life
No one bat an eye
A girl complimented my outfit a boy asked my name and a bartender asked if I needed anything else.
No one intruded into my worn out notebook
Nobody knew in a few short months my small frail frame will be hanging by a noose in a city far away from here
None of them will remember the quiet girl in the nice dress who gives her name to stranger and didn’t need another coffee was sitting planing her death that sunny Friday afternoon.