anorexic-pigeon
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- Feb 29, 2020
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I'm a writer, and generally I don't like my writing, but I make an exception for my suicide note. I love the way it flows organically and whatnot.
Here it is:
"I want to walk away having left something beautiful. A memory, perhaps, or the shallow breath of a few last words. I think that this earth was created to be beautiful, and though words could never encapsulate that all, she is beauty like the breeze that caresses the waves of grass and flitting branches in the warmth of spring. Her beauty is too warm for the cold of humanity, and thus we wake to suffer. This need to create beauty has left me with a fear of creating a passage farewell without a semblance of perfection. This need to create beauty has kept me from writing a note for the other side.
I have written thousands of suicide notes in my head throughout my lifetime. Everyone does, I think.
In our minds we cry out to whatever god had the cold heart to throw us into this much colder world to suffer. In the thousand times I have written a suicide note, I wonder how it can be so hard to put my thoughts to words. No words can truly encapsulate the feeling of emptiness that allows a soul to contemplate taking their own life from as early as the age of eight years old. Third grade is when the word has supposed to not yet lose its wonder, yet it was when I first wondered if I would be missed if I just disappeared one day.
I guess I never truly moved on from that thought, being as I'm still here, writing this down for a few souls to see. If I actually do carry this out and die, I have a few wishes. Firstly, do not blame this on yourself, for this was my battle and my battle only. My suicide is because my mind was created for suicide, not becuase another mind shaped me towards suicide. Less importantly, I wish to be laid gently in the cold dark earth. A natural death with no embalming fluid. I wish not to be buried wearing make-up. I want daffodils in my hair and my rose quartz heart placed on mine. All my belongings shall go to [name].
I hope you can live to move past me, for I have already lived my life as I wished to live it. I am completely ready to move on to the next life, whatever it has in store for me. Do not mourn, for I will be happier on the other side. I will be beauty and perfection, much like this Earth herself as I sink beneath her depths. "
Anyone else want to share theirs?
Here it is:
"I want to walk away having left something beautiful. A memory, perhaps, or the shallow breath of a few last words. I think that this earth was created to be beautiful, and though words could never encapsulate that all, she is beauty like the breeze that caresses the waves of grass and flitting branches in the warmth of spring. Her beauty is too warm for the cold of humanity, and thus we wake to suffer. This need to create beauty has left me with a fear of creating a passage farewell without a semblance of perfection. This need to create beauty has kept me from writing a note for the other side.
I have written thousands of suicide notes in my head throughout my lifetime. Everyone does, I think.
In our minds we cry out to whatever god had the cold heart to throw us into this much colder world to suffer. In the thousand times I have written a suicide note, I wonder how it can be so hard to put my thoughts to words. No words can truly encapsulate the feeling of emptiness that allows a soul to contemplate taking their own life from as early as the age of eight years old. Third grade is when the word has supposed to not yet lose its wonder, yet it was when I first wondered if I would be missed if I just disappeared one day.
I guess I never truly moved on from that thought, being as I'm still here, writing this down for a few souls to see. If I actually do carry this out and die, I have a few wishes. Firstly, do not blame this on yourself, for this was my battle and my battle only. My suicide is because my mind was created for suicide, not becuase another mind shaped me towards suicide. Less importantly, I wish to be laid gently in the cold dark earth. A natural death with no embalming fluid. I wish not to be buried wearing make-up. I want daffodils in my hair and my rose quartz heart placed on mine. All my belongings shall go to [name].
I hope you can live to move past me, for I have already lived my life as I wished to live it. I am completely ready to move on to the next life, whatever it has in store for me. Do not mourn, for I will be happier on the other side. I will be beauty and perfection, much like this Earth herself as I sink beneath her depths. "
Anyone else want to share theirs?