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Suicide
Several fears, several screams...
The blood is dripping onto the floor.
The sounds of pain and rejection are pulsating.
Never ending cries for help are heard.
How can someone stand to live this life?
No one knows how life's design is laid out.
Nor does anyone know what is to happen the next day.
So, how can I be sure that my path will change?
How can I be sure that my life has a purpose?
So many questions don't have any answers.
What makes me think of these wretched things?
What is giving me the power to do what I am doing?
I just don't understand.
I don't get how people can smile and actually mean it.
Love has left me in ruins.
I am shattered into so many rigid pieces.
My mind is wandering.
My body is of the living dead.
My heart is no longer beating with passion... but with hurt.
As for my soul... I no longer have one.
What reasons do I have to continue?
Will someone stop me from wanting such a death?
Does anyone care enough to stop and take
my feelings into consideration?
Does anyone think they could grow to love me,
despite my imperfections?
Unexpected endings have unexpected consequences.
So, would my disappearance really change anything?
What if I fail?
Even worse... what if I succeed?
Would it matter to those around me that I'm no longer here?
Swords, daggers, razor blades, and kitchen knives.
Guns, electricity, and rope.
So many possibilities.
So many thoughts.
But is it really worth it?
