Sitting here, all I really want to do is paint these walls red. Noth with the blood of mine enimies, but of the blood of myself. I want everyone to witness the blood, the pain, and my suffering. Let them try and wash the blood from these walls and their clothes.
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“I want everyone to witness…”
Must be the theme today
Suicide as revenge!
Everyone has had the fantasy; how sweet the taste, how sorry they will be, ah, how much guilt we will create, the wonder of it.
Suicide can destroy the lives of those left behind but not for the pain such a fantasy hopes.
Those who really didn’t care, may pause as they repaint the wall, it is surprising how easily we are replaced.
Those who are left behind and prone to, “if only – fill in the blank†thinking will remain focused on themselves maybe even unconsciously revel in the pain created. If the suicide was not a trigger they would find another to stay stuck.
But for those who truly loved us, they will in time let go, as that is a true expression of love. They will hurt and mourn, not out of guilt, but love.
Damn…good point.