I wonder what goes through people's minds who are going to kill themselves in the next few minutes; other than the obvious want and need to die and of death finally surrounding their souls.
What happens to the clothes, the room they called home on most days?
Do they worry about the secrets, that locked drawer or cupboard could reveal?
Or do they plan it so carefully that these are carefully disposed and forgotten?
The sheets on the bed, the books, pens, the dust in the room.
What will happen to the room? Will it be kept intact in memory of the dead, dust filled, empty room? Or used, changed and manipulated to suit the needs of the time?
Do they wonder? Do they think of all the things they would miss after that breathe has passed? Do they feel the pain of their loved ones in those last few moments?
What goes on?
"Do they regret the decision in afterlife?" (Alice)
What really goes on behind all that jazz, during the moments of dying....??
For all those who have left, may you rest in peace...hope that your world is much better than the ones we are surrounded by.