Melancholy: A mirror to my soul

Lost Echoes: A Journey Within

There are lots of children in the playground. Their laughter, cries, and everything else remind me of my past self. Who was I? I was a girl who used to laugh with genuine joy. I don't know where it went; I guess it just faded away, just like each and every person I loved in my life. Everything feels empty now—the laughter I force, my heart, my brain—everything. I guess the sorrow and grief of losing everyone had consumed me. People say that everything happens for a reason; we just need to trust the process and relax. People come and go from our lives for reasons, but what about the pain? Nobody talks about it—the pain of losing trust, friends, family, and more. But about it, I am saying all this because I had a story of my own in which I lost everybody and everything—the story of friendship, trust, love, and loss.

As I watch the children play, memories of my past echo in my head. Their laughter feels like a mockery, as if they're laughing at my losses. Their laughter is crushing me. I want to stand up and leave the place, but something is holding me back—the weight of my past. Everything feels like it's against me, even God. I don't trust anyone now. The thought of loving someone again feels like an insurmountable challenge. Returning to my family feels like returning to a cage from which I just escaped. Lost in my thoughts, I wander aimlessly, realizing I've lost my way back. In that moment, all I want is to disappear from the world for a while, away from all the sadness."

I wonder why everybody left me. Is it because I'm not good enough, or was my effort not sufficient to keep them? The pain in my heart now manifests as tears. It's all I'm left with. Should I end everything here, including all the sorrow and despair, by ending my life? Suicide isn't easy; it takes courage. People might think I'm weak for considering it over these minor setbacks, but their opinions don't matter anymore. They don't understand my pain or the reasons behind my decision. Not every story has a happy ending, and mine never did. The person I loved is with someone else, and my friends, who I trusted, left me when I needed them the most. Even the family I thought would understand me failed to do so. All of this has shaped my story long before its ending.

She drifted into a sleep so deep that no one could rouse her again. Now, in a place where no one can hurt her, death seems like a refuge. But taking one's own life is never the answer. Instead, I should strive to remain composed in challenging situations and start anew, proving to those who doubted me that my success defines my worth, and perhaps then my story can have a happier ending.