Suicide Scribbles

Suicide Scribbles

The world does not understand, because , indeed , the world is oblivious to real tragedy. It does not matter if you cut or starve yourself — It’s all for the attention , right? But when you kill yourself , the society suddenly cares ,just because you’re dead. But when will the world understand? Death is bliss , the end to all sorrows and eternal peace.
Slipping into the realm of unconsciousness is easy. Giving up is easy. Jumping off a cliff is easy .A split seconds decision morphs into the last thing you’ll ever do. It’s all really simple. 
After all , why would you live when you can die? Why would you fulfil your dreams when you can just dream forever? Why would you love the ones closest to you when you can just break their heart by leaving them behind?

By choosing to die , you’re choosing to murder. No no , not yourself. When it comes down to it , we all have to die one day. But by dying ahead of time,  you’d be destroying the people around you , you’d be destroying their dreams for you , you’d be destroying your ideas and passions ,the ones only you could have carried out. You’re not the only one dying.What’s infinitely many times worse than death is a life that feels like it , and you’d curse the people around you with this fate.

It’s murder at its best.

The thing is,dying’s the easy part. Living is gruesome and ugly. It gets difficult sometimes. There are times when you might feel like nothing is going right , like no one cares about you and no one will be affected by your absence. 

It’s all bullshit. The world is losing out , not only a small group of people. The world will lose another bright mind. The world will lose another kind heart. The world will lose another understanding soul.

There come the moments when everything is perfect. Times when you’re incandescently happy and grateful.When life literally couldn’t get any better.
Those are the moments worth living for. And they’ll come around soon enough.

Only if you hang in there.