I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I am fucking scared of death. I don’t want to die. It just seems like I’m snowballing, out of control, to my inevitable demise.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I am terrified of the impact that my death will have on my father, my mother, my son.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I feel like it’s calling me. Death’s dark, cold hands offering me the acceptance that I so desperately crave.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I feel like I’m falling in love with the idea of dying. While being scared of the act.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I just want a release from all this torment.
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
Then why does it feel like that is the course I’m on?
2 comments
If you don’t want to die, then I don’t believe it is the course that you’re on. You are in control here (barring freak accidents and natural causes of course – I’m talking specifically about self-inflicted death, given the nature of your entry and this being the suicide project and all).
I think it is great that you don’t want to die. You’re one step ahead of many of us. 🙂
I understand that feeling that destroying yourself is inevitable and even if you don’t want to die you feel compelled to.