Opus

The Grave

Tw: suicide

...

It must feel so good
To lie low in the grave, soft and safe
To have no past, no future, no hope, no dreams
To do nothing, to be nothing
Just a name on a piece of stone –
A pile of crumbling bones.

Death must be beautiful
The inevitable, the ultimate end, the only comfort
To sleep eternally
With no love, no sorrow, no happiness, no pain
Just everlasting peace.
Bliss.

Yes. Death is beautiful.
To lie low in the soft brown earth
Where no rays of sunny life reach.
To do nothing, to be nothing, just
To cease to exist.

...

A.N.

I was clearly not in a very good place when I wrote this thing. I was young, and we all have our ups and downs, but I now realize this poem which is edgy 15 year-old me trying to contemplate the philosophy of death and shit. I don't think death is 'beautiful' anymore, I don't think I really believed that when I wrote that either, it was just me projecting what I wanted at that moment into death.

I know sometimes the sadness seems so great that nothing of what other people say seems to matter. But I'll still say this: just hang on for a little while and look around, the world isn't always as ugly as it looks like at first. There are so many things out there that you will never even know about if you decide to leave today, all the beautiful things that you are going to miss out on. You are going to die anyway, so why not hang around for a little while and see what happens?

If you want to talk to me, or just need someone to talk to in general, I am always here. Just message me x

All the love.