Urgency's gone frail.
The new air still pale.
like a water's tale
and feelings' stale.
Suicide is the ultimate protest in our day and age, the age of long life and young bodies, the era afraid of death. Why fear? I guess life's not worth it as it exists. If I'm going to have a shitty life, I might as well have a longer life. It just might get better. I am the walking dead. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
The schizo-phrenetic tick tock ticking, waiting, surviving time.
3 comments:
Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds
resources for coping with pain.
When pain exceeds pain-coping resources,
suicidal feelings are the result.
Suicide is neither wrong nor right;
it is not a defect of character;
it is morally neutral.
It is simply an imbalance of pain versus coping resources.
Reflecting, I did not say those things.
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