I don’t understand. But I’m sure.

I stumbled on this site looking for a way to hang myself. Then I started reading all your stories and my heart no longer breaks for me. A few days ago I posted on fb that its funny how when a person dies we say “his/her body”, seperating the person inside from the shell they lived in. We do not judge the body nor the person. Today I wonder how odd it is that we want others to see what’s on the inside of our shells but we ourselves don’t look at how precious we are. Fighting depression sadness loneliness is so tough. I know I fight pain all the time. If the world is ignoring us for our pain why do we need to die when they are the cold souls whose insides are as meaningless as the external shells. I feel for you so I care. Does a strangers love and warmth not mean more to you cos its being given freely And without expectation. Don’t ask for dead it’s as meaningless as the people who selfishly hold onto their existances. Be strong and last long. There’s more love and caring out there than you can imagine just stop looking for it in the usual places.