Suicide: Deep Dive

I took a deep dive today

Into your mind

I came to understand or to be honest tried to

´This is the only choice l have,

I don’t like it right now

They would be better off without me.’

Do you know how selfish these words are

´...better off’ you say, think about it

If a situation is hard as it, why leave us

To face it alone with an additional baggage of your death

´It will be simple, the other side is better than this’

Ever heard of jumping from a frying pan to fire

Leaving a situation of the known to the unknown

I don’t know if you believe in Big G or not but l do

Am sure Big G won’t be happy to see you before time

Or are your sure where you are going would be better?

Can it help to stick to the situation that you know of ?

´It is too hard, there are no other options

What l can l do that would help me recover?

I have done everything

I can’t handle it anymore

Am done!’

Tic Tac Toe

Iife is a game sometimes...winning is the goal

But at the same time there are levels

You can be stuck at one level for awhile or

Lose lives and you either buy more/ trade/ wait

We are all playing the game of life

´l can’t ....l can’t...it’s too late now...am ready to end it all!

Should l leave a note?

Dear mum...’

You are ready to end it all

I can’t stop you now but l know one person who can

This person needs to remember themselves

To remember to choose not between life vs death

But between waiting, exiting or deleting the game of life

The wait is when you device strategies to achieve your goals

As small as they can be like eating a meal

The exit is when you take a break, to explore and then come back to the game

Like talking to a Therapist

To delete the game is what we don’t want to

The programmer doesn’t allow for the re-installation of the game of life

Play the game of life, play it well and don’t delete the game

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