Despite the allure of the quiet and peace of silencing my inner torment I am still here…
Still here…alone, despair, pain, all facets unseen
Yes, everything to live for…two wonderful sons, family that loves me, a good job, advanced degrees…but for naught, the pain is still here…
Still here…as I drive around each day…a collision away from silence
I am here because of others…ironically, helping others is what I do best…it is because of others that I am still here
and here I am
Ever familiar with the temptation of silence…thwarted so long ago…and I’m still here
A lone, despair-filled soul, wandering the night, fearful of the next day
As I find once more, I’m still here…
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I reckon feeling anything and the remotess chance of a brief positive experience is preferable to eternal silence. Also being dead you won’t be able to experience/appreciate the peace and quiet or anything else.