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Before you kill yourself

by products-of-insomnia

Before you kill yourself, can you do me a little favor? If it’s not too much to ask, if you have a little time, If you’re not in a hurry, Please listen to me Don’t worry; I’m not here to guilt trip you I know you’re pretty much decided So please, let me stall you for a minute or two You know, some people kill themselves right away Some people wait for signs Some people change their hairstyles, their clothes To send a silent SOS to anyone who would notice Because it’s not easy to ask for ‘Help’ When you know they’re just going to say ‘Get over it’, ‘don’t be so sad’, and “It’s going to be okay” When you know they’re just saying that because they don’t know what else to say I’m not here to do that either I’m not here to tell you that your problems Are meaningless compared to what kids in Africa are going through right now I’m not here tell you stories of people with cancer fighting for their lives When you just want to end yours I am here to tell you that your problems are valid Your struggles are real, your fight is real You are real and you exist You take up space Before you kill yourself, I want you to know That whatever you decide to do, You’re not a coward in my eyes But a soldier who simply didn’t want to fight With all the warlords inside your head And you’re the only one who desires peace A cease fire You don’t want to fight Because you know in the end They will win and they will devour you You are a prisoner of your own world war And no one is ever coming to free your chains No amount of happiness disguised as little pills in a bottle No weeks of sessions with a doctor who don’t even look at you when you talk No amount of inspirational posters or celebrity bullshit that says ‘It will get better’ I know you think nothing will ever change the fact that you are losing But the thing is, it’s not a fact Those are just your opinions And as far as opinions go, they can be changed They can change Like the person who owns them Before you kill yourself, I want you stop worrying about hell It may or may not exist, depending on what you believe in And if you believe that hell is for people who kill themselves Then why bother going there, when you can have all the hell you want, right here, right now. At least this hell has internet and pizza and ice cream. That doesn’t sound appealing enough but You get the point Before you kill yourself, do you know how many people on your Facebook page will ransack your wall and post things like: ‘I will miss you.”, ‘Rest In Peace”, “I wish we could’ve hanged out more” and other lovely words that they didn’t bother to say to you while you’re still around Do you really want strangers to put hearts and kisses on your wall when they have spent their entire lives ignoring you? Do you want your Facebook page to be infested with people who wants to scream to the world how much they sort of grieve you but didn’t show how much they love you? Do you really want them to use your death to make them seem like they cared? I say, do not give them that satisfaction. Before you kill yourself have you ever considered how much a funeral costs? Why, it’s the second multi-million business next to weddings! Let’s say your coffin will cost your family 50,000 Php Your wake and all the other things will cost about 80,000 Php That’s a total 130,000 Php that you could’ve just spent travelling the country And escaping your personal hell for a while rather than spending it on your death Burying you to the ground or burning you to ashes Corpses and ashes don’t get to surf the waves Or feel the wind on their faces Or feel that moment of accomplishment when they finally reach a mountain’s summit Would you rather rot and get eaten by worms Than soak your feet beneath the blue seas, and watch the sun paint the sky, bursting into colors as it sets? Before you kill yourself, I want you to imagine the 11-year-old you Put them in your position and ask them “What are you going to do?” I know, it sounds ridiculous I mean, what’s a kid’s solution to a very adult problem? But think about this, if that 11 year old survived through your current age right now, Maybe you can survive for a few years more Sometimes, adults tend to make things seems complicated when they’re not Because adults are forced to think to just accept THIS reality This reality built on taxes, corruption, politics and twisted definitions of responsibility stitched into every fiber of our adult skin Adults are taught to ‘suck it up’ because we no longer have the excuse of youth We are told to go with flow To drown ourselves in status quo Because it is proper; Not because it’s right It is not your fault you’re wired this way But just because your wires are tangled and the knots are hard to undo Does not mean you can’t Before you kill yourself, I want you think about The creation of the universe I want you think about the Big Bang Theory Or the Genesis chapter in the Bible Or the theory that we came from Aliens I don’t care which of these you believe in They are just saying one thing: It took time to create you Billions of atoms and neurons and electrons collided To form you You are not some walking flesh and blood With no purpose You’re here for something For someone Maybe not now But someday Someday, someone’s eyes will light up Seeing you coming their way Arms opening up, welcoming you to a warm embrace Someone will smile because they thought of something funny that you said and they wouldn’t care if people catch them smiling in public like some kind of nutcase Someone will see your scars as proof of your survival A tiger who earned its stripes But only if you live to see it. Only if you live to see it. Before you kill yourself, I want you to know that there are people out there Who genuinely care about you of course it’s hard for you to see that Because you don’t always see it when they show it Probably because they show it too often Sometimes caring is in the way a person says ‘hello’ Love is in the way they say ‘text me when you get home’ It’s when people say good night or have a nice day It’s the little things that actually count You just have to look out for them Before you kill yourself, please try to realize that your problems are temporary Do not give it a permanent solution The world is a cycle, it revolves, and it changes. Maybe not right away, maybe not this second when you need it the most to change But give it time. Give yourself some time, But most of all, give yourself a chance. Before you kill yourself, don’t. -L.C.
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Nov 9, 2014
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Sometimes, the only way out is to let others in.

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