Patience
(Please not that this story does not encourage suicide but is about an acceptance of reality. If you are struggling with suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline in the United States Call 1-800-273-8255 or go to the website https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org)
Patience
Oh, how I wish I were already dead. Then I could escape the thoughts inside my head. I could avoid the evil that haunts me-- that plagues me. Some say that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Everything is constantly changing and problems can never remain the same. It’s suicide that is an escape from reality. It’s suicide that brings comfort to only the person that is gone, but oh how sweet that would be. It’s suicide that is an escape from the ever present evil in this world. That death sounds most sweet to me. There’d be no thoughts in my head of how to rectify the wrongs. There’d be no thoughts of who’s right and who’s wrong. There’d be no worry about the evil that will come. It would only be the promised unknown. It’s the promise of an unknown that is better than this. It’s the idea of overcoming the plagues of this world, but in thinking this, I admit defeat to my own selfish evil. I allow the swell of darkness inside of me to win. I’d be comforting only myself, which makes me no better than that which I want to escape. Though this world is dead inside, it’s comforting to know that there will be a rebirth. There will be a day when this world dies and my body dies with it. There will be a day when the glow of the sunset will be no more and the sweet relief of water on a parched tongue will cease to be, but only then will beauty truly reign. Only then will my soul truly be at peace.
Patience
Oh, how I wish I were already dead. Then I could escape the thoughts inside my head. I could avoid the evil that haunts me-- that plagues me. Some say that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Everything is constantly changing and problems can never remain the same. It’s suicide that is an escape from reality. It’s suicide that brings comfort to only the person that is gone, but oh how sweet that would be. It’s suicide that is an escape from the ever present evil in this world. That death sounds most sweet to me. There’d be no thoughts in my head of how to rectify the wrongs. There’d be no thoughts of who’s right and who’s wrong. There’d be no worry about the evil that will come. It would only be the promised unknown. It’s the promise of an unknown that is better than this. It’s the idea of overcoming the plagues of this world, but in thinking this, I admit defeat to my own selfish evil. I allow the swell of darkness inside of me to win. I’d be comforting only myself, which makes me no better than that which I want to escape. Though this world is dead inside, it’s comforting to know that there will be a rebirth. There will be a day when this world dies and my body dies with it. There will be a day when the glow of the sunset will be no more and the sweet relief of water on a parched tongue will cease to be, but only then will beauty truly reign. Only then will my soul truly be at peace.
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