Suicide

 



(I use Buddhist meditation to help me survive. I also recommend reading diligently, “Overcoming anxiety without fighting”, by Dr Tim Cantopher)


Life is not fair.

Honestly,
The hardest thing,
Or things, is
Forgiving myself for making mistakes
And moving on
Not feeling hurt
Living life is so hard
So I work at it
Learning how to move on
And try to just live life

I have my good points
In this world

Suicide is so judgemental
And final

The sight of the waves is freedom
The sound of the waves is freedom
The smell of the waves is freedom
The touch of the waves is freedom
The taste of the waves is freedom
The memory of the waves is freedom
Eating the tasty apple, that too is freedom

As de Broglie told me,
I too am a wave (honestly!)

Does the crashing wave apologise to the rock?
Does the hard rock say “sorry” to the wave it breaks in two?

The sea fills all to the curved blue line
Lifting the heavy sand
Is it exhausted?
Or is it infinite?


And when I feel low again
As I know I will
I will remember this moment
This moment I am free
And I know I can be free again