I used to try to argue my logic with others. Try to make them understand why advocating against suicide was inherently selfish. I used to beg and plead with them, hoping they could understand what I was saying, show them that my own life was mine to live, and mine to take. They agreed with the first part, but not the second. They might say “it’s your choice” about whether I live or die, but if I ask them if they have an opinion on what I do with my life? They have no opinion. If I ask them if they have an opinion if I took my own life? They are adamantly against it. They don’t care how I live, but I’m not allowed to die? So it doesn’t matter how much suffering I go through, as long as I’m alive they have peace of mind, they don’t feel guilty, because hey, I’m still alive, right? it can always get better, right? maybe he'll feel good someday, and that one moment of mild contentment is worth the years and years of despair and suffering, right?
now i dont try to argue anymore. theres no point. it doesnt matter. living, dying, it doesnt matter. enjoying life, killing myself, doesnt matter. it just doesnt matter. i lie here and stare at nothing.
nothing stares back.
now i dont try to argue anymore. theres no point. it doesnt matter. living, dying, it doesnt matter. enjoying life, killing myself, doesnt matter. it just doesnt matter. i lie here and stare at nothing.
nothing stares back.