Suicide is…a dark room, with NO light switch, and those who entered, can only, fumble around in the darkness, bump into things, and, after awhile, it’d become, quite frustrating, not being able to see, because you keep on, bumping into things, big or small, and, you can’t, even, walk around with that flow.
Suicide is…that feeling, that you’d, gotten, stuck, and there’s, that rope before you, but, you can’t, grab onto it, either that it’s, too slipper, or too weak, to pull your back up, and, you’d just, kept trying to grab a hold onto it, that life line, and just, kept, falling back down repeatedly.
And after awhile, you’d, stopped, trying to reach your hand up, ‘cuz, what’s the use? You’re not, going to, get pulled up, nobody’s on the outside, or, on the other end, who can, understand you!
Suicide is………being LOCKED up, in solitary confinement, with nobody you can talk to, and since you can’t talk to you yet, because you and your selves, hadn’t been talkin’, since god knows how long ago, you’d felt, all alone, in this world, and, you are, ALL alone, in this world.
Suicide is………knowing that there’s that, same sunrise tomorrow, but, feeling compelled, to quit today, because, you’re afraid, that tomorrow will be, JUST like today again. Suicide is……being TRAPPED, by that, unseen force of darkness, that slowly, consumes you, slowly, takes you over, and eventually, winning over your will.
And yes, I’d, lived, in THAT DARK place already, and, I know how it’d, felt too!
Life, the Obstacle Course 