"Why do you want to kill yourself?"
It is a question a lot of people ask even though they don't understand the answer given,
I answer looking at the one asking it: humanity is fake, they pretend to help and then they let me harm myself,
And they don't really care, killing myself was my decision."Don't you care about how everyone around you will react?"
I don't care about what people will think after I commit suicide and neither they will care about my death,
My body being 6 feet underground will rest after finishing the act,
And everyone will celebrate about my last breath."Was it worth it being by yourself just so you can commit suicide?"
All the pain will fade away,
Only my scars will be with me after it, not being able to push them aside,
But I don't care about them since after death I will no longer have to pretend to be okay."I hope you know you are a horrible person" said the one asking all these questions,
"And you deserve to suffer instead of having the painless death you wish for",
After that phrase ended, I looked at him without any expressions,
And I kept looking at the mirror a bit more.

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