Why?
Because you want that last straw to fall, to break your back. You want it all to be over. Tired of slowly repeating the same routine, day in and day out. Gradually forgetting if you are alive or dead.
Self-harm comes as a refuge in such times. It feels so good. The way the razor opens up the skin and this red line appears. As though the very line between life and death. The smudgy line, which constrains you to one side, but is not that difficult to cross. A cut here, a jump there, a few pills or a bullet to the head; and this body no longer cages your soul. You're free to fly at last, from this decadent world, where you weren't even meant to be in the first place.
So if life becomes too uncomfortable, dull, painful, boring, unbearable; then it is possible to cross the 'dead' line. All you have to do is leap, and the rift shall be overcome.
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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...
