Death is a scary thing. No one really wants to die. People just don't want to live.
I never understood why death was so scary, not even the night I heard it whispering my name. I didn't understand when I touched its' cold hand. Not even when it was pulling me in was I remotely scared. I was just scared it'd let go.
Death is a very agonizing process, for you and for everyone around you. I think that's why it's so scary. No one gets a free pass on this ride, everyone suffers.
Maybe that's also why people say we're selfish. We leave everyone, and everything behind. Maybe they're jealous, maybe they're the selfish ones. Because why should I stay in a world that makes me so miserable to the point where I'd rather kill myself to end it all, just to please you?
What if it doesn't get better? Because it might not. What do I do then? Do I have the right to end it there? Why should I drag out the pain. Maybe that's what makes me a coward. Maybe, but who knows?
