A Death Happily Met

People somehow believe, that suicide is a choice,
But how can someone chose a path of no return,
How can someone chose to lose their own voice?

Some people somehow believe, that suicide isn't brave,
But how can someone afraid leave behind everything,
How can someone afraid dive into their grave?

I hope one day, you'll regret what you said,
Because that day, you'll still be hopelessly fighting,
And I'll be happily, peacefully, thankfully dead.