Blood Blooming on the Asphalt

The day after you take your life, nothing will change. The birds will still be chirping at your window. The leaves will still be blown away by the morning breeze. The coffee shop down the street where you always got your morning fuel is going to be running as always. The pets you may own will still be sleeping peacefully unaware of your deed. Your mother and father will still be making breakfast for you, hurrying you to get to school so you arent late. With all of these being said, how could nothing change? Everything will change. The birds will not get the seeds you always gave them in the morning, leaving them to fend for their own food, some of them being unable to do so. The leaves that fell from the trees now lay motionless on the grass outside, with nobody to take photos of them, as you always did. The barista at the coffee shop that has had a huge crush on you since you first came in will have your usual drink waiting on the counter, steaming hot, but you never come to pick it up. Your cat or dog will be waiting at the door, hoping you would come play with them or at least pet them, but you never will. Your father will yell from the doorway that he loves you as he leaves for work, but you will never hear it. Your mother will come, as silent as ever to not wake you up, with a full plate of food towards your room, but just as she opens the door and sees your blood spilled all over the carpet, it all freezes for her. The sound of the plate crashing onto the floor scares away the birds at the window and the cat at the door. And as the blood spilled from your wrists, you might not have even realized the impact you would have on your surroundings.