We all think about it at one point; death and what it’s like… We all hit that breaking point in which we ask ourselves what we are good for and blame ourselves for failing all the time and leading miserable lives. Maybe sometimes things happen. Maybe they happen for a reason, maybe it was meant to be this way.
Maybe the only thing holding us back is fear. Fear of what lies beneath culture and religion, if there really is such thing as a heaven or hell, or even an afterlife. Maybe that’s why people survive. Maybe some people don’t wanna die, just wanna know what it feels like to be hanging from the edge… to feel the pain of suicide without death. Sometimes things happen and sometimes people recover, sometimes they don’t. Maybe this was meant to haunt us, we’re all kids. It’s just a “stage” right? We’ll grow out of it…right? Maybe, that’s all we can asure anyone is “maybe”. Life is full of them; Maybe we are just a big group of kids who dream of suicide and love to attempt it. Maybe it’s a rush to us. Maybe we love pain. Maybe we are sick, dried up, and dead to the world. But all we can feel is pain. All we can feel is emptiness. Who are we? This is out biggest concern…who are we and what have we become? Everyone gets sad, everyone cries. Sometimes it’s just not enough. The pain and the release of hurt is so relaxing. We fantasize about your nightmares and we long for them. Maybe life is full of good days and bad days. You have a good day, you smile, you laugh, you live. You have a bad day, you feel like shit, you cry, you die. Maybe we are just seven pathetic kids holding eachother together. Maybe WE are the reason our dreams don’t come tru. Maybe we fear the stress centers and the diagnoses. Maybe we fear our diseases and our disorders. Maybe we fear eachother. Maybe we fear ourselves. Maybe this was meant to be like this. Maybe we are young. Maybe we don’t know anything… But all I DO know is that we survived the breaking point and we ALL have scars to prove it.