I want to go somewhere. I want to be free.
With people just like me.
I’m thinking of a mini forest in the mountains full of magnificent beautiful flora.
There’s a blue stream running there in front of me, flowing.
Up above, there’s two giant white clouds contrasting against the black night sky.
In between the clouds is a palace. That’s my goal.
That’s a place where you are free of problems. You’re listened to and respected. It’s where you make everyone happy, even yourself!
To get there I must earn my wings though. I must recruit people. People who are just like me.
Guys, if any of you commit suicide, I wish there was a way of telling us how it’s like up there. It makes me want to break free. I imagine all the dead people (who look beautiful) to be standing on a golden bridge overlooking us all. But there’s hope. Hope that I will get there.
If you kill yourself, please look over me? Be my guardian angel?
I don’t mean this is a heaven or anything, it’s just my imagination..
When I say “kill yourself”, I don’t mean physically. I mean mentally. Like you give up but you’re still alive, stuck in limbo.
I just want someone to tell me it’s okay.