you tell me to not hurt myself. not to kill myself. but I will eventually die. it's going to happen at some point. whether I die in fifty years or two months, there really isn't that big of a difference between the two in the long run. look at the difference between a whole century when it was the age of the dinosaurs. virtually no difference at all, so look me in the eyes and tell me not to hurt myself. not to kill myself.
That's what I thought.
you tell me not to hurt myself. not to kill myself. there are 7 billion people alive on this earth alone right now. nobody would miss one. especially if you consider that this is only one planet in this one solar system in this one Galaxy in this one universe. humanity itself is, in fact, a speck of dust compared to all of that. the universe would remain the same if all humans vanished. time would go on. so one certainly wouldn't make a difference. so look at me in the eyes and tell me not to hurt myself. not to kill myself.
because no matter what you say, a single human life will never actually be precious.
YOU ARE READING
windows to my soul
Poetryjust the sad thoughts that I'm left with at three in the morning and no one is awake to talk me off the ledge
