Have you ever watched as the sun goes down, as all the colors start to swirl into one pit of darkness. How the afternoon sky slowly fades into a beautiful shade of blue and black, how everything becomes quieter. How the chirping of the birds dies down how the lights in houses slowly fade as they sleep peacefully. How nothing but traffic and your own breathing can be heard. It looks so beautiful. I like to think that's how death is. Slow but beautiful, I like to think that when I take my final breath I will be happy agin. How when others take their life, a few of them are smiling, like they can't wait to finally escape. But this poem isn't about how the moon will shine on your grave the night of your funeral. But it's about how when you think of taking your life, think about the sunset. Think about how the sun will look slowly sinking in the skyline, think about how the birds and the crickets will miss your company. Think of how the grass will never forget your footprints in them. Instead of taking your life, think of how your neighbor will miss seeing you watch it with such an awed look, think of the dog that you pass on your way home that you pet, think of the person who finds you, how distraught they will be when they see someone so amazing just lying there dead. Think of your little sister and your cousins, think of your grandma and grandpa, think of all the amazing things you will miss. It might not seem like it yet but things will get better. All you have to do is wait it out and see just how amazing the world around you is.
So, the next time you think of killing yourself,
Think of the sunset.
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Simple and stupid things from a stupid and simple person
PoesíaSome shitty poems that I write i guess
