Trigger warning: self-harm ⚠️.
when i slit my wrists so all the parts of me i hated would bleed out
it almost felt as liberating as i’d expected
finally i was drifting away
until i looked up and saw her sad smile
the kind i’d hoped to never see
there she was happy for my liberation
for my fleeting happiness
yet sad for all the things i could’ve been but decided to give up instead.
‘Living takes courage’ she said ‘so I understand.
But I wish you’d wait till the end rather than dropping the book after the first few unpleasant chapters.
Death is not as liberating as you think, it is not nothingness, it is a journey into another world, another existence.
And I know what you crave is nothingness, to cease to exist. Everything that death is not.’