Dear Suicide,
Please quit torturing me.
I can feel you breathing over my shoulders right now. I can feel you standing above my head. Every time I find the slightest bit of happiness, you crawl within the minds of those closest to me; then, you unleash your horrific monster inside their heads. You torment me more every day, and you make me nervous. You screw up everything that I do. You scramble my thoughts. Lately, I haven't been able to untangle my heart strings.
I thought that I was immune to your poisonous venom, when I'm actually just another victim. I can't release my anger; I can't release my sadness, I can't release the ugly bitterness inside. Instead, you use the outside of me as a canvas to splatter and display your mind tricks and tactics.
Whenever you talk to me, you make all of the doors close in on me - all except for one (which is your door.) Your door is always so tempting. You try your best to invite me in. You tell me I can go in anytime under one condition:
I won't be able to come back out.
My spiritual body will lie on the other side, lifeless, in empty blackness forever.
Please stop torturing me. Punishing myself isn't working anymore, but it's hard to stop.
PLEASE STOP.
Sincerely, X
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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