Life is so full of dissapointments. So why live to suffer? Why feel the pain of life when death offers sweet escape? Life offers so much grief, so much sorrow. Children torn from thier mothers before they're old enouph to desipher good and evil. But why be put on this earth? I've been considering taking my own life. To free my wretched soul from this waste of feeling. Joy is so fleeting, so distant, so useless. I sit here writing at about midnight because pain is causing me to toss and turn. I'm sick and tired of all these dissapointments of life. My enimies have done far less damage to me than the ones I love. The ones I loved. Love, another dissapointment. One second I feel it in my grasp. The sweetness, the happiness, the sense of belonging. The next second "SMACK". Reality strikes again. The saddness, the sorrows, pulling me down like two ton weights. Making life seem unbearable. Making the tears flow like blood from a deep cut. Flowing and flowing until your too weak to stand. But why live when in death, all sorrow, pain, and fleeting joys will all be gone? No more dissapointments. No more tears. No more life.
(the things i have written here i wrote in my journal a long time ago so dont think im a crazy suicidal person.) |
Submission Name: i've had enouph
