What is the meaning of life? Everything feels so fleeting, fickle and worthless. Why are we here? What's the goal and where is the final destination?
I laugh with them with a mask, I tell them how life is great and how I am so happy. But inside I die every second thinking, should I do it?
They call me suicidal and depressed, but what if I am obsessed with it and just done with life. Is it really worth living?
Since birth we fall into this vicious circle of responsibilities. Education, exams, good grades, extracurriculars, scholarships, expectations, career choices, work, job, promotions, family, relationships, expansion and what not. What if we just want the peace, the calmness and the darkness?
Is it too much to ask for? Tonight I feeling so low. The same coldness of death seething in the core of my bones that I had felt years ago but failed to follow. This might be a goodbye or maybe the start of another burning sunrise of another agonizing future.
I just want someone to remember me. Cause life is not stationary, it will move on like nothing ever happened.
