The feeling is surreal. I walk among the masses, pretending to be normal and healthy, while silently planning my suicide. Sometimes, I want to laugh aloud at the absurdity.
This is not a cry for help. Technically, this is seeking attention, but only in the sense that I wish to speak about suicide without entertaining the notion that someone will attempt to interfere. I just…want to talk to someone who might understand.
On a cold, dark night
I can always count
On burning bridges
To provide me light