Suicide is not for the weak

Yael

I somehow live in a world where people cry when one takes their own life. life is nothing but misery and pain, you can mask it but you know it’s true. From people driving off piers, to homosexual couples jumping to their death. Suicide seems like it takes the best of us, people who do not want to continue. and sometimes that’s okay. We live in a world where sometimes people’s only option is suicide, there is nothing you can say to those who have nothing to lose. I only fear people will continue to shed tears without ever really acknowledging the root cause.

  • Author: Yael (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2024 23:24
  • Category: Reflection
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  • peto

    I've lost a couple of friends to this over the years
    Question we are left with is why
    Thank you for giving a voice to them and tackling such a subject
    Respect



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