Think of This..You want to end it?
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
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“Do you want to leave this world?”
I was never asked such a bizarre question from such an extraordinary person. Millions or thoughts ran through my mind at the moment. I could say yes and there would be nothing he can do about it. He couldn’t take me to a new world and even if he did, that’ll be a selfish thing to do. Leaving this world for my own self-centered motives and leaving everyone in this world; respectable or bothersome. That’s an unpleasant thing to do, whether they’ll miss me or not. Then I could lie; a dreadful thing to do. I could say this world is okay for me and I love it. It’s flawless. That’ll be a lie too.
“What exactly are you asking her?”