I've seen the best and now the worst of it. The joy of building life and experience over years and now the pain of its undoing in a second. It baffles me how quick I lost everything- purpose, meaning, contentment, and happiness to name a few. Why bother starting again? Why even try to pick up the pieces? Just to put myself in the same position to lose it all again?
What is left for me? Why even wait to find out?
Why not just reject life and go out in my own terms?
What is left for me? Why even wait to find out?
Why not just reject life and go out in my own terms?
