Two completely different teens sitting on the rooftop, looking at the stars and city lights for the last time. But is it really the last time? How do we know what comes after death? We can only assume things. How do we know that we will not see something even more beautiful than stars? Two teens sitting on the rooftop, one asks the other:
- Why does it matter how we look like? People will stop caring about our appearance as soon as we are gone anyways. So why is it so important? Why do we hate ourselves for something we have no control over? Admire things that other people weren't able to see in you before, because in the end it doesn't even matter.
The other one doesn't respond and throws themself into their partner's arms...
Two teens wrapped around each other, laying on the ground while blood is spreading around their cold bodies... but is it really the end? How do we know if someone is really dead? Maybe it's just their heart that really died but the soul is still out there alive? If they are really gone, why do they still have a smile on their face? Maybe they are happy that it's finally over? Or maybe that they deceased together? I guess we will never find a right answer. People will talk about it and blame themselves but not soon after they will forget all about it... But how come everyone forget about them? They were so young and had a lot to live for. Well maybe it doesn't really matter? There are billions of people on the earth and everyone will eventually move on. We shouldn't say that suicide is an selfish option because if no one remembers us after a while, they should accept our decision instead of hating US for our own choice. We never really know what the other person is going through and sometimes they just can't deal with it and because of that they attempt to earn peace they never had. So does it really matter if we kill ourselves tonight?
- a person who has attempted suicide.
Hey, you!! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed my little poem <3
Please let me know if you would want me to make a whole book about it because I think its a really intresting topic and I already have some ideas!!
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does it really matter if we kill ourselves tonight?
Poesíaa "poem" I wrote about teenage suicide. I don't really know if I can call it a poem but I just put my thoughts into it. I'm only starting with writing stuff like that so I'm not the best but i tried. Let me know if you would want me to make a whole...
