Have there been times in your life where you just want to give up? You are so tired of all the noise, the pain, the guilt that it starts to suffocate you? You have trouble breathing and feel like the weight of the entire world was crushing you.
You feel like you are drowning and yet you aren’t. and you know what the worst part is? The worst part is that you don’t mind, you just don’t care anymore. Infact, the more you think about it, the more this idea appeals to you.
You realize that this is bad, but then some people might see the light at the end of the tunnel but don’t. Frankly you don’t even want to put in the effort that it takes. The effort that seems to pull you down every minute that you are breathing.
So with your mind set, you take out knifes, sharp and dangerous, with its tip glinting in the light.
You start small, one straight line across your wrist. It’s not deep enough to
be fatal but you like the sensation, the physical pain distracting you from the emotional one. You get bolder with every stroke and finally the blood lost is too much. You see dark spots and finally, after such a long time, feel weightless.
That day, you greet death like an old friend.