the sky tore itself apart
and the sun burned itself down
just so you could see another day
and now that this galaxy
full of bright stars
is keeping you alive
how dare you not
understand this unusual unheard love
you are to live
for the loves you don't know
you are to live
growing up, I was not sure how I felt about suicide. It IS horrible, sad in fact, and totally soul crushing. The idea of someone being suicidal leaves me all numb and my brain stops sending me signals for actions, leaving me with an abyss of silence. I can't move and certainly, cannot think. I never knew how could I even talk about something like suicide, that could take a person, a living breathing soul whose laughter had shared the chords of my laughter somewhere in our lives, away from this alive vivid world.
There is a difference between death and suicide; a stark one. Death occurs and suicide is performed. And a performance of leaving everything, from pieces of beautiful dreams to breathing humans beans, it can't be that easy, it can't be that painless.
Suicide has been a taboo for me, I still cannot think about it. Not that I ever saw it happening around me or someone close to me ever did. But from the very start, it has always sounded like a possibility that could take away something precious from me. I am talking about it today because it punched me hard in the face, to remind me that the possibility of it exists, that it is around me even when I don't know it does and that it could take away anyone anytime and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.