It’s redundant.
I believe living life is redundant.
Many have done it before, many have lived,
but for me, I feel like it doesn’t matter if we all die in the end anyway.
Why should I stay alive?
For your loved ones of course.
“If you can’t find a reason, stay alive for someone else,” they say.
Why should I stay alive, if not for myself?
It already hurts too much to stay alive.
I smile because I have to.
I study because I’m told to.
I pray because if I don’t I won’t be happy in the afterlife.
What about now? I’m not happy now.
I’m weighing out my opinions.
Life is painful
But then again,
Suicide is painess.