As awful as it sounds, I’m past the point of being able to give a shit about how my suicide would hurt my loved ones, so they aren’t what’s keeping me here. The only thing stopping me from offing myself is the fear of a torturous afterlife. That’s it. And I don’t think that fear will go away anytime soon. So I’m trapped.
Trapped in your faith and the fear of sin. They are hands firmly holding you to the ground. Yes. Can’t leave can’t stay and someone is forcing velvet down my throat.
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Don’t kid yourself, there isn’t.
Why would you want to believe that though? Why wouldnt you want hope of seeing those we’ve lost again?
Because it’s deluded.
It’s like those poor fools who blow themselves up to get the virgins.
Bad information leads to bad decisions.
But its also comfort
Maybe. I kinda miss believing in stuff like that. Another thing psychiatry ‘cured’ me of: imagination.
It’s not easy… you literally have to push to die like how you have to push to live…
Its also comfort though.
It’s not easy… you literally have to push to die like how you have to push to live…
As awful as it sounds, I’m past the point of being able to give a shit about how my suicide would hurt my loved ones, so they aren’t what’s keeping me here. The only thing stopping me from offing myself is the fear of a torturous afterlife. That’s it. And I don’t think that fear will go away anytime soon. So I’m trapped.
Trapped in your faith and the fear of sin. They are hands firmly holding you to the ground. Yes. Can’t leave can’t stay and someone is forcing velvet down my throat.