warning: this part contains topic about suicide.
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"Why did you kill yourself?""I-I don't know.
It's just that my life
became an everyday
struggle to survive.
I was so happy then suddenly
I woke up one day and
realized everything
was already out of reach.
I did my part, I swear I did.
Until I became empty
and...grab the blade.""Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah. How about you?
What made you write a
line across your wrist?""You know, there was
this person whom
I admired so much.
She was my role model.
Her willpower was a firework
painting my dark sky
yet like a firework also that
eventually fades.
She taught me about life
and even death.""And?"
"That's it."
"Huh? But that did not
answer my question.""You didn't get it.
What I was trying to say is that
she taught me how to live
and sadly....how to die.
You see? You killed me."
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.