Murder By SuicideDo you know that feeling? That everything you know and love is encased in just one single thing and nothing else matters? Just that one precious thing makes every bad event better?More Like This
But what if that one precious thing doesn't see its beauty. I can't comprehend the blind, burning love you feel towards it. It feels lost, insecure, unknown, and unloved. It looks in the mirror and sees nothing.
And nothing is not worth living for. At lest, that's what it thinks. So it does the unspeakable: it chooses not to live. It stops. It dies.
Then what do you do? What can you do? Everything you know and love is lost. Everything you want, love, and need is suddenly gone. What meaning does the world have when there is no good? What else is there? What do you become?
You become a shell, a shadow of the person you once were. A fraction of the person you could be. A future once littered with prizes and opportunities is now nothing more than a barren wasteland. A desert waiting to consume