There was always a choice

Choose me, that was all that you had to do.
I don't feel guilty, empty unlike your funeral casket.

You had so many options, alternatives.
I could have been one of them.

When I told you that I cared and I was there, you never called
I suppose your love was more for him than for me.

You could have escaped, gotten away from it without ammo.
A hug and not a noose, a kiss not from a razor.
The warmth from affection and the infection of pills in your belly.

You had a choice, you've always had a choice.
I was one of them.

So that's how you'll be known to me.
Leave this world and me.

I was a choice, anyone could have been a choice.
You could have chosen me, you could have chosen us.

But you chose yourself
And I'll hate you for your selfishness