Life

Life (lahyf), noun:
 
1. The animate existence or period of animate existence of an individual
 
2. A corresponding state, existence, or principle of existence conceived of as belonging to the soul
 
3. The general or universal condition of human existence

 
Too bad, but life is short like that.
 
Life is short.
 
Life is full of adventures.
 
Life is complicated.
 
Life can be a real bitch.
 
A backstabbing one at that.
 
But you only know that when it hits you right on.
 
Like a lightning bolt,
 
Like a train,
 
Like a truck,
 
Like a bus.
 
It hurts.
 
It hurts to know life hates you that much.
 
If it hates you, then why not hate it back?
 
Why not end it now?
 
Why not stop fighting it?
 
Three simple options;
 
Cutting,
 
Leaving,
 
Suicide.
 
It’s that easy, is it not?
 
You think back on it,
 
And realize it isn’t as simple as it may seem.
 
Cutting will lead to sadness.
 
It’ll be too obvious.
 
The more you cut, the less you feel.
 
That’s bad;
 
You want it to hurt.
 
You cut.
 
You get used to it.
 
You don’t feel it,
 
You go deeper,
 
More chances of death,
 
And that’s not what you want.
 
You don’t want it to be obvious;
 
No suicide.
 
No jumping from a cliff.
 
No being crushed by a car.
 
No prince charming to come and save you.
 
So no cutting, no suicide,
 
It all equals to leaving, right?
 
No.
 
Too many questions.
 
Was it something they did?
 
What is something they said?
 
Was it something they didn’t do?
 
Was is something they didn’t say?
 
Was it their fault?
 
Did they influence your decision?
 
Did they cause it?
 
Too many curious people.
 
You want to be discreet.
 
So what do you do now?
 
Now that you’re out of options?