Suicide does not kill people, sadness kills people. We don’t die from the bullet, or the blade, or the pills; we die from the constant sorrow which engulfs our soul. We die from the humility and the worthlessness. We die from the lost promises and the people who forgot us. We die from loneliness. Suicide is not what ends our life. We’re already dead on the inside. Suicide is what finally shows others around us how dead we truly were on the inside.
We accept the love we believe we deserve. We go through pain and strife for someone who does not actually care about us, because we believe we are not worthy enough. We fight for a love that was doomed from the start. For what? To be crushed in the end and feel nothing but worthlessness? We are not who we think we are. We are worthy. We matter. Don’t fight for a love that does not matter, strive to find the best. Because living only to experience heartbreak, is not going to lead us on the path to living. It’s only going to lead us to a path of heart break, despair, sadness… and that path in turn, only leads to death.