Ok, let me guess. You are around 20 ± 5. You've been contemplating ending your life for quite some time now, but at the very moment doubts and fears surround you instead.
You have consulted this close friend(s) of yours, and they deter you by saying that they care and stuff.
They say we all are bricks in a wall, each depends on the other. But then how is it any different from a drop in the ocean? And if a person is dead, there must be someone to replace it. No one's existence is irreplaceable. No one would notice if one less star shines tomorrow in the sky of a million stars.
No one dies if left completely alone. The mummified memories keep him/her alive, only to keep gnawing at your heart, making you bleed. And there is no light at the end of the tunnel. No angels watching over you. No fairy godmother. But these apart; the ones who know you, not even they care about you. They don't care if you're feeling down. If you're this close to breaking apart. If that lost look in your eyes is because you really are losing it. Your eyes may be puffy, but no one would notice. Your sighs will bounce off ears. When you cry, they'll avert their eyes.
But show them your scars, and at once you are the center of their attention. You are labeled a freak.
Powerless, you face their jeers, derision, taunts, mockery, jibes, scoffs, fleers, sneers, snouts, flouts, gibes, girds, jests, knowing full well that any could be the last straw.
But still you listen, why?
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Justified
Non-Fiction---------------------Trigger Warning------------------- Originally titled 'All the Push You Need (and a little more)' this book intends to do what it says. It'll help increase your cynicism, deepen your depression, give strength to your demons, help...
