
LilaMond
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
- Dec 25, 2021
- 17
Ever since I was 11, I have imagined to ctb or just never to have existed at all. I think about 'not-being' as something peaceful and warm. For me, there is nothing aggressive in the thought of ctb.
I also for the first time sensed glimpses of peace and warmth in being alive, while experiencing love with my bf. So every time, when the possibility of a breakup occurs, all the glimpses of peace and warmth completely disappear. The World for me, then turns to a cold, isolated, anonymous and chaotic place where I find not a single human, to whom I could turn to. I am standing alone on a busy Street in bright daylight. Thousands of hectic people running around, trough each other and me, without seeing or feeling the warmth of each others or my body.
Without the love of my bf, suddenly the world turns into a place where nobody cares to have a breathing body of their own or cares to see the fragility of other peoples hearts. I wonder how love, death, peace and warmth seem so connected to me. I feel unbearable pain when being confronted with the idea of living without my bf. I wish he could understand how I feel and see the world through my eyes, only for a few moments. I wish he would never leave me.
As I am writing these words I realize how egoistic I sound in wishing for him to never leave me, so that peace and warmth may never leave me while being alive. I am honestly sorry, I just don't know how and where else to find love in this world.
I also for the first time sensed glimpses of peace and warmth in being alive, while experiencing love with my bf. So every time, when the possibility of a breakup occurs, all the glimpses of peace and warmth completely disappear. The World for me, then turns to a cold, isolated, anonymous and chaotic place where I find not a single human, to whom I could turn to. I am standing alone on a busy Street in bright daylight. Thousands of hectic people running around, trough each other and me, without seeing or feeling the warmth of each others or my body.
Without the love of my bf, suddenly the world turns into a place where nobody cares to have a breathing body of their own or cares to see the fragility of other peoples hearts. I wonder how love, death, peace and warmth seem so connected to me. I feel unbearable pain when being confronted with the idea of living without my bf. I wish he could understand how I feel and see the world through my eyes, only for a few moments. I wish he would never leave me.
As I am writing these words I realize how egoistic I sound in wishing for him to never leave me, so that peace and warmth may never leave me while being alive. I am honestly sorry, I just don't know how and where else to find love in this world.
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