Never Catch Me

Please Don't

I don't think I'd ever actually do it. I mean, the way I see it, I have a chance to live while so many others don't. Some people would give anything to give that chance to someone else, but people who have it just throw it away. 

Maybe I don't truly understand death by your own hand. But I think I do. See, the reason why I so often contemplate the notion of suicide is not because I wish to inflict harm on myself or end my own life. It's because I'm a poet, and though there is no way to understand it, death fascinates me. Ceasing to exist, fading into the unknown. I wonder, I wonder if those who choose to end it for themselves experience a single moment of remorse, a split second of fear, of uncertainty, before plunging into the static that surrounds them in life.

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I wrote this in my journal about a year ago, and I feel it's still relevant to how I feel <3