“You did not fear death. You stepped in its path, but without really desiring it: how can one desire something one doesn’t know? You didn’t deny life but affirmed your taste for the unknown, betting that if something existed on the other side, it would be better than here.”
― Édouard Levé, Suicide
Sometimes the only way to stop hurting is to stop breathing, sometimes there is nothing left in this world. Continue reading “Roaming through this darkness I’m alive but I’m alone Part of me is fighting this But part of me is gone”