While I was reading this interesting book recommended to me by a friend of mine, I suddenly had a strange thought. I’ve always had suicidal thoughts. I’ve always believed that one day; life might feel too much of a burden to me. But I’ve always thought of this moment had to be sort of special. I imagined it would at least hold a message to a world I no longer wished to exist in. But at this exact moment, I thought I should just walk to the kitchen, grab the sharpest of knives I could find, and cold-bloodedly cut my veins. I’d watch the growing pond that my blood has made on the ground. I’d not shed a single tear or let a scream of pain forcefully gush out. I’d not care to make this a big finale, or care for my last words to hold any bit of wisdom within them.
I’d simply leave, silently, humbly.
I’d simply leave, silently, humbly.
if you ever commit suicide i will come to your grave and laugh out loud and say :
ReplyDelete" HAH! ...your Loss! "
life is dearly dearly difficult and hateful .....i dont pretend loving it ....but i have to explore it all before i can judge it ....thats what i think ....and we may never know if the after life will be any more fun .