You say that you want to die already. WHY? Because you’re hurt. Tired. Broken. Sad. In love. A loser. Lonely. And, SHATTERED. You can’t stand it anymore, eh?
You say, “I want to die” almost everyday. But have you ever given it a thought? EVER? Have you ever sat down once and considered the words I. WANT. TO. DIE? They aren’t something nonchalant to say but pretty dire. I hope you realize that.
But have you ever pondered how it would feel to let a sharp knife run across your delicate skin and the blood trickling down? Damn, that deep crimson color. Or how about tying a rope around your neck and letting yourself hang until you suffocate to death; and your lungs exhaust and stop their constant arduous work? Woah, the pain and anguish. Forget it! The best would be lying under a train or jumping off a cliff. Fast and simple. No struggling. You do it and the nest second your ribs and limbs crush down to pieces. How tempting these all seem. No?
If you think you would be free of all the tension, stress, depression, chaos you had to face in your life then and that it would be a new, happy, peaceful start now then you’re WRONG. What comes next to suicide is not Heaven but Hell. And hell is not torture. It is an empty heart. Ain’t the same as what you’re going through right now? An empty, cold, broken heart. Oh, the irony.
You want to die because you’re lonely. Alone. There is no one there for you. But won’t you be alone in that cold, dark grave? That would be the abyss of loneliness, my love. So don’t ever slam a door; you might want to go back in.
I feel very hypocritical while writing this as I, myself am tired of waking up everyday. I am desperately waiting for the day when my body goes, numb, cold, DEAD. But when a man despairs, he does not write; he commits suicide. There must be a hell lot of people in this world like me who want to die but haven’t got the guts.. and have a tiny bit of hope still in there. A tendency of self-destruction seem to be inherent in the overdeveloped human brain.
But often the test of courage is not to die but to live. You’ll be dead one day. Everything will terminate one day. But let the time come. And time walks by your side, ma’am, unwilling to pass.
~ Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it never had been there. Thus, are our lives blown away by death.
In the long run we are all dead. I understand that the greatest loss is not death but dying inside while you’re living. But sweetie, don’t worry. You’ll make one ravishing corpse. That, I promise.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you like it. I know this write-up sucked but I just had to write on it. And thank you for all the birthday wishes, Tweeps. I love you all. It would be the best birthday present if you all give my write-up a read. Well, the second best. The best was that Mata signed for United :’D Haha, thank you for reading. Feedback would be appreciated. Stay awesome, my lovely readers ❤