it's almost inevitable in the eyes of many
you push yourself so far that at some point you're destined to fall
you give up to your limit, and then you break, and i don't blame you
you forget any idea of optimism or hope
nothing else matters except the thought of the pain ending
you're told you're being selfish but in your eyes you're doing them a favor
the drugs couldn't keep you numb long enough anymore
the blade couldn't cut deep enough anymore
and the only escape now was a permanent one, am i right?
so that's it
you made your decision
you pull the trigger
you take the pills
you make the cut
you step off of the stool
"no one will miss me"
"it'll end the pain"
"i have no purpose"
you remind yourself
it was worth it
until your mom finds your body
or your dad
or your little sister
or your cousin
or your bestfriend
they'll never forget how lifeless you looked
you're pale, scarred, helpless body will be etched into them forever
if they had just gotten there earlier maybe they could've saved you
you know that's not true but they don't
they feel like it's their fault
it's unfair
you ended your pain, just to cause more for those who love you
it's going to get better
it's destined to
don't permanently end your life because you're temporarily upset
i know it's hard, but hang in there
your life matters a lot more than you think it does