Do you ever think that maybe this life is hell? That maybe we lived a life before and we are all in hell? That our only way out is to seek redemption or go farther into the pit. I sometimes wonder if the people who commit suicide get the redemption. That we have realized that we aren’t suppose to be in this world. That we were a mistake and our only way out, our only way to get to our redemption and happiness is to kill ourselves. Because that is how I view our world. That this is hell. We were in the normal world before, but we got sent here by mistake when we died there and our only way out is to kill ourselves. To right the mistake. I don’t believe much in religion but I have the faintest notion that hell and heaven are real.
…that’s what my sister would have wanted.
If she was alive today.. she’d be the strongest and smartest in my family. She is truly the missing link in our world, and what it’s become.
There for i remain strong.
Nothing will stop me from being happy and at peace with this life.
I do this for you, Angel. I know mom still misses you very much.
I know you are watching over me..over all of us.
And I will never give up
All around me the world is going insane, people getting bolder and indane.
Violence throughout with no discrimination, all people lost in oblivious conversation.
Society falls apart before our very eyes, and we fail to see through the silent lies.
Told through the pages of history, that have now become a lost majesty.
Bring us our daily bread, and then choke on the toxic lead.
That you feed us through a broken spoon, but then lead us to a lost tune.
I know this poem makes no sense, but neither does this world so tense.
Our world has reach peak insanity, yet there’s still yet another calamity.
There’s always enough room, for yet another thing to go wrong in this rocky cocoon.
Maybe I’m crazy and maybe you are, but at least we can agree that for now we have traveled too far.
The world has gone insane, and you and I shall not be ever in vain.
For our lousy loath full rhymes, that mother goose would never be so benign.
She would tie us up and eat us for lunch, and then spit us out for brunch.
I forgot what I was writing a poem about, but perhaps it made the devil pout.
Nous sommes tous devenus follement en amour avec tout le monde et personne.
Kayla Silverfox: Do you know why the moon is so lonely?
Kayla Silverfox: Because she used to have a lover.
Logan: You tell this to the kids?
Kayla Silverfox: No.
Kayla Silverfox: His name was Kuekuatsu and they lived in the spirit world together.
Logan: Oh, this is a true story.
Kayla Silverfox: Mm-hm. And every night, they would wander the skies together. But, one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the Moon for himself. So he told Kuekuatsu that the Moon had asked for flowers; he told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses. But Kuekuatsu didn’t know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back. And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the Moon and howls her name. But… he can never touch her again.
Logan: Wow. Kuekuatsu got screwed.
Nothing ages the soul faster than unrequited love. It consumes us the way waves would a bottle cast out to sea, with a message never to fall upon adoring eyes. Trapped and drowning in the voluminous expanse it’s easy –and almost expected– for one to give up. To take one last deep breath without the pressure of exhaling.
The choice to take one’s own life isn’t about attention or self mutilation, it’s the serenity that lies in being able to choose your last moment. The final page authored by you that lives on long after your book is closed. In some regard it’s truly the only way to defy death. Suicide has no victims, only those who ignore probability, conquer all variables and embrace their own mortality.
That being said, it can never help us find happiness. It will never fill that void left behind by what you seek.
Beyond everything that makes us who we are –humans confused and tormented by our surroundings– we are alive. Each of us, a single life finding our way through the miasma left behind by our parents’ vices. The stench of alcohol that plagues us; raised voices that ring in our heads. It’s only so long before the simple fire that burns within us all, melts through the wax that is our foundation. Our aspirations and passions fall to the dark and we stop searching. Accustomed to the grey-scale that envelops our world, we refuse to venture out to find what fuels us.
Whether the perils before you are water or fire, find what keeps your wick alight before you snuff yourself out.
In my opinion, anyone has the right to end their life, regardless their reasons (and even without telling these reasons to anyone). To me it’s a basic human right akin to the right to live.
In addition, it would be only fair, if everyone had access to “eternal sleep” pills, that gently end your life (no questions asked) + a paid service, that would take care of your remains, your property, open bills etc.
Whether you lived a happy life, or you wish, you were never born – you should be able to choose the most enjoyable or at least a dignified setting to end it. (For myself I would wish a deserted shore without any company, or with cute girl/woman. I’m not talking about a date, though I wouldn’t judge people who want a date.) Obviously, one should be considerate of other people too – no need to let other people see your dead body (besides a “final journey” service employee or another willing escort person, a mortician and friends, who wish to attend your funeral). There is no need for the society to pay for an expensive farewell setting. One could sign a special insurance in advance, or just save the money for this event. If no savings / insurance are available, just allow people, who want to die, take the pills in some place close to a morgue etc.
Working as an employee of a “final journey” service, doesn’t sound like dream job, but IMHO there’re worse jobs out there. I don’t know how I would feel about it, but if not enough people were willing to do this job, I would volunteer to participate at least for a short time (probably I would even decline the payment). The state should just protect these people (along with the ones willing to die) from anti-choice vigilantes and the like.
I think, if all the above was implemented, the world would become a better place, and even less people would want to die. Disrespect for the death wish itself and the ones, who wish/try to end their lives, places a course on our world. Not an attempt to end one’s own life desecrates life in general. Forcing life upon others desecrates it.
I guess, there would be quite a few cases, when people change their mind and decide to stay alive for a while – so be it. (Much, much better than failed suicide attempts we hear about nowadays.) Obviously, our “final journey” service should have a clause on this, and the escort should not be pushy by any means and in any direction. (Oh, and when I say “our”, I mean anyone who supports this idea in pro-choice community, or even the whole world – the way it should be, a world, that I could call my world…)