Gammal, bortglömd, random text hittad på datorn som jag satt och trixade klart med idag.


I hate my life.
I want to die.

Now I know
That life would
Move on without me.
But that doesn't matter.

I know
That my family
Would miss me.

I know
That we don't know
What happens after death

I know
It's a permanent solution
To a temporary problem.

Those reasons don't really matter to me.
It doesn't stop my way of thinking.
Suicide still sounds appealing.

People call me a coward
For running away from my problems
And maybe they're right.

But I don't see the light anymore.
And I just want to go away.
My life doesn't seem worth living.

Because:

My family would move on.

Things might now get better.

I believe we are reborn after death.

This 'temporary' problem has lasted years.

So I don't want to live.
I want to be a coward.
I want to run from my problems.
I want to die.

But for now
I'll hang on for a little longer.
Maybe I'll find hope again.

But I can't promise
That I'll always try to stay around.

- Kajsa Mohlén


Skruttiibangbang