Schrodinger’s Cat — Recital of Original Poem

I am just one good song away
To walk in the shoes of Kurt Cobain or Chester Bennington
I can’t afford to make a headshot like Cobain did
But that would’ve been a thing! IKR!

Yes I’ve summoned all the courage
It doesn’t take much
All it takes is an adrenaline rush.
Little by little, I gathered a lot
No not the courage
I have it now.
I have gathered a box of sleeping pills
As white as death, 40 of them!
I will sleep like Rip Van Winkle
Oh, It has RIP in the name! How funny!
Will I puke if I take them all?
Who knows, its like Schrodinger’s Cat
I would never know
When I would know it would be too late...

All I shudder that the pain my family would go through
Rushing me to the hospital
Drying their eyes out, crying
Thank God I would be dead by then….

I also have access to gasoline, or cylinders full of gas!
No, it would be so painfully easy!
One of my friends got unlucky jumping from the 5th floor
She survived!
Oh, the blood! How unlucky of her to survive!
What a waste of a suicide note.
What a waste of tears.
Will they cry for me too?
Well, who knows, it's like Schrodinger’s cat again.

Cyanide? No, too easy!
I deserve a bit more pain, right?
But no blood please!
I will hate to see my last dress get ruined.
I will comb my hair gently,
Eat my last pasta
Calm my nerves with a cup of tea
I won’t put on perfume
Since it would minimize the smell of death
It needs to be adequate, not sufficient
How much perfume would be enough?
Well, who knows, it's like Schrodinger’s cat again.

On second thought, little blood won’t be bad though
A little bit of melodrama
People will think twice before touching me
I hate when people touches me
Yes, even after death.
No, I wouldn’t know that for sure.
Well, who knows, it's like Schrodinger’s cat again.

— Schrodinger’s Cat

NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS AFTER 2 AM

(To illustrate Schrodinger’s Cat in simple words, if you put a cat in a box which will kill the cat, you would not know whether the cat is dead or alive until you open it. The cat might be both dead or alive. This is a paradox known in Quantum physics, which illustrates Qutam Superstition.)