The unspoken Questions.
TW: Mentions of suicide, self-harm. I promise, I’m not suicidal. I’m simply just a soul that wonders. Because while I might never be able to relate to certain things, I relate to them through my thoughts and my words. I wonder if the ones who did it with a rope thought, “Oh shit! Maybe life wasn’t that bad,” when the rope compressed their windpipe. If, in that moment, they wished someone would reach out and lift them, just enough to let them breathe again. If the ones who drowned themselves fought for air, not even bothered about the big fishes or the belly of the sea, only feeling the ache of their lungs. I wonder if they thought, “Maybe it would have gotten better. ” I wonder if the ones who swallowed what never belonged in their bellies ever thought, “Oh my God, I shouldn’t have been the bane of my own existence!” while groaning in pain, absorbing the slow betrayal of their own organs—whispering goodbye, one by one. You know what I wonder the most? The ...