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.