Why do people fail at suicide is it because they don’t want to die really? or is it because they haven’t done what they were meant to on this earth? Is it because for some reason we aren’t meant to die? and why is it that I’m still alive when some other innocent is dying of cancer? why am I still breathing when other people, people who matter, who have lives, kids, people who need them, but I’m alive. I’m not important not really. I don’t know this just kinda came to me and I don’t know why…
The Fall
The wind pulls me forward, asking me to jump.
The rain drops are hammers, beating at my face, my neck, my shoulders.
I’m waiting, like a cat waiting to pounce, for the perfect time.
The perfect time to jump and land,
because it’s not the fall that will kill me, it’s the landing
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Some don’t really want to die. The body tries really hard to survive. You are important but it just doesn’t seem like it. Many people are not planning out suicide well enough to succeed. The luckiest people seem to get the worst hand and survive everything but suffer a lot at the same time. Life is suffering believe it or not. You have to find enough meaning to justify the suffering to feel like it’s worth it.