Decisions

it's suffocating 

like a blanket held over your face 

the decisions,

the option, of the two, is there 

and, its encouraged 

but hearts break 

and my longing would not subside 

though the object of my desire would,

as all things do. 

to stay, or to go 

it's an old story, with no end 

a novel written by the suicidal author 

he'll never pick the right choice 

because there is no right ending. 

only the blanket 

firmly wrapped around his head.