I feel like trash. I once wished to die not knowing all the others who had their lives taken from them. How could I have been so naive? How could one wish or even think of wishing to die when so many die when they wanted to live? How could one try to kill themselves when so many are killed by others when all they wanted was life? Many lye in hospital beds knowing they'll die, wishing they had a second chance while others go ahead and commit suicide or try to. Many try to live their lives to the fullest knowing that they might not have as long a life as others while people waste their lives doing nothing or doing drugs or something they do not injoy. how come dying people have more a will to live, more of a life, of love, then those who live on? that is a question that no one really wants to answer.
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