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It's funny when people shun the topic of suicide.

Contemplating it isn't a taboo. It's liberating.

Once you think what your life is like gone

You understand your presence today.

If you were to disappear today, finished, finito,

Your loved ones would collapse.

They would exult your strengths

And ignore your deficiencies;

Creating the you you never had.

People would cry at your name

Exclaiming how they miss you.

You'll be loved the way you never were.

But you won't be present, you wont feel it

You will be elsewhere.

See, each of our insignificances accumulate

Into a mere worth. 

You will never witness your ideals

As you will pursue them indefinitely

Living whilst dying, chasing nothing. 

If you died today, you would stand alone.

Face the pearly gates from the outside

And scream "I am not worthy."

Your skin will leak the wrongs you loved

And the tears will plead apologies.

The ignorant perceptions of purpose

Have shattered in the face of reality.

Look past the gates into heaven,

And notice it deserted.

No one is welcome

The gates are closed.

Nothing is stopping you, but the fear to disappoint,

To hurt those who will love you once dead.

Wise people say do not die angry.

Die furious, but only at yourself.

For being weak enough to realise

The frivolity in existence.