The moral of the story is, I witnessed you kill yourself.
Instead of simply taking yourself out of your misery quickly, you took a knife and pierced your soul repeatedly.
As you bled out slowly, you were taking the very same weapon used for your death and stabbing others with it.
As you proceeded to dig your own grave, you suffered from the cuts you’d given yourself, while barely being able to focus on laying yourself to rest due to the pain you had inflicted upon others. How could you possibly Rest In Peace?
Because you would first have to get through all of the burden you had put on others over the course of your life, the grave you dug for yourself was much deeper than than average 6ft. Yet, you were okay with this. You kept digging.
Exhausted physically and mentally, You stood back after you carved out where you were going to lie. You then went back and forth over the options you had besides the one that would leave you underneath the ground.
You just stood there in your thoughts. Bleeding.
Your EMT arrived to help you. You, being without knowledge- a fool, inflicted your pain upon your help. You cut away at them with your weapon until they had not enough left inside of them to help you any longer.
Your secrets, your past regrets, and deceitful, disloyal characteristics left you dead internally. You didn’t want to face your truths. You didn’t want to right your wrongs. You didn’t want to correct your past mistakes.
So, you chose to take the easy way out. Painfully.
You positioned your knife directly in front of chest, piercing your cold, stale heart. The heart that was just there to give you just enough life to pump your ego, feed your illusions, and breathe your lies.
You had been given the choice to live. You had been given the choice to redeem yourself. You had been given the choice to ascend to a higher level of yourself, yet it was so much easier for you to just want to die.
It was so hard watching you fall over into your grave, as I could no longer save you because I too was dying. You tried to kill someone who could help you live. You tried to kill the person with the medicine, the stretcher, the transportation to get you to a safe place- a place of protection. A place of healing. A place of revival.
I couldn’t watch you take your last breath, yet I could still feel that you were gone.
Your circle who watched you commit the slowest suicide I had ever witnessed with my own eyes, simply came to throw your dirt over your lifeless corpse.
The sad part is…
They didn’t even leave you any flowers. 🌹
RIP, my love. 💔✨
Until Next Time…
-Alex
