I've heard stories
Lived some stories
And hated most stories

The regrets of being human
Follows me like a shadow

I've felt everything
now I feel empty

Tired of being
Tied to my own thoughts

I slowly try to crawl away
But to where
to whom
to why

I was told as a child:

you can be anything you want anything at all. This is your life. You can choose what you want for your life. This choice is yours to make.

But when I grew older and wanted to take my own life I was told:

Think about your family! What about the other people in your life?! How selfish.

Suddenly this life of mine to choose or make was no longer mine and mine alone to take.

Spare me the ******* of how someone else's death forces the inconveniences of uncomfortable self reflection.

You had it backwards. It wasn't selfish of me to die. It was selfish of you to ask me to live.