Suicide only truly hurts the living. At least for the one who saw it as their only way out. The suffering that they leave behind is now a noose around someboy’s else’s neck. Maybe it isn’t courageous to take that root. When you consider living in a World that can’t be satisfied no matter how selfless and hard you personally try. I am going to keep searching for a way to heal what I can.
I had been caught up to some degree with the outside competition of who was truly living happier. I gave all that up though when my son was born. Him happening into our lives in the manner and way that he did shows me that sometimes you just have to exist and nothing more. The day is going to happen wheather you get out of bed or not.
The feeling of never amounting to anything now became her centre. If her parents were embarassed of who she was then she should be too. Destined to never hold her chin up she was determined to not let them see what they did to her. It was the only satisfaction she got. Be hard enough so they don’t know how badly cracked you truly are. Believe and trust nobody, including herself.
How I wish that we could all just have faith in our existence and our time here together. We are all in the same race with the end result. Yes we can go off course and find another route but there is no escaping the reality of what is to be. Hopefully the opinion of others will seem so trivial. Hopefully though it doesn’t come at a time too late for us to realize our true potential. The truest tragedy is a life unrealized unlived poisoned by the opinion of others. Poisoned by the opinion of sheep.
Once that being no longer serves a purpose they become discarded and tossed like yesterday’s news. Only we do one better. When we decide to toss we also decide to burn the garbage on the way down to ensure zero to lil possibility of having any self esteem. What once looked like a caring friend now looks like that very disease that we have been trying so desperately to steer away from. There are so many ways to decipher through this mist of misconception. The pure of heart will never waiver in knowing right from wrong. Yes the untrained heart wants to believe that people will behave in the way that we have grown accustomed to.