Multi-person Writing dump

Angst

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

Mentions of suicidal thoughts, and death

Falling. It won't kill me. Yet the sensation soothes me. Knowing I will survive only pushes me to go higher so I can go longer. Darkness conceals me. No one can see me. No one can worry. The sun is rising. I suppose I should stop for now.

                          W̷h̷y̷ n̷o̷t̷ m̷a̷k̷e̷ s̷u̷r̷e̷ y̷o̷u̷ c̷̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷ c̷o̷m̷e̷ b̷a̷c̷k̷

I need to go home. As much as past me may have wanted that, it needs to be someone else who brings me to an end. Death shouldn't be at one's own hands. Death for a demon is sacred, it should be done by only the worthy. Demons don't die easily. If someone is actually able to bring an end to a demon only then are they deemed worthy to do so. I'm a hypocrite. Here I ham preaching about how sacred death for a demon is yet I used to be suicidal. The only reason I'm not currently being my siblings nearly dying. Not sure how that brought me out of it but it did.