I killed myself.
I thought it was the only way out. I deemed my life as unimportant, no future to look forward too. I thought nobody cared. I thought it would be better this way, besides, nobody would miss me.
So, I grabbed the rope. I tied it just how I've planned many times before, but this time was different. I was finally doing it. I stepped onto the chair, and just as quick as I stepped on I stepped off.
I killed myself.
Wanna know what happened after I killed myself? I didn't go to heaven or hell, I didn't get reincarnated as a dog or some animal of some sorts, but instead I was a ghost. I walked around invisible and watched the aftermath of what my suicide did to people. I was forced into watching the pain I inflicted onto people.
I wanted to unkill myself.
Killing myself opened my eyes to the truth, the truth of why I shouldn't kill myself. I fell in love with things I've never noticed before. I'm here to share what I noticed, what I fell in love with. I'm here to share the pain you cause the people who care (and trust me, people do) who had to deal with your actions. Killing yourself is a permanent solution, even though you wish it could was impermanent.
