Suicidal thoughts.
I thought that I was officially out, of the despair.
But now, once again, I am down and out.
And emotions are priceless, you can never buy someone happiness, at least not for me.
What makes me truly happy, is a connection, and as for material possessions, it gives me pleasure, yes.
But human emotions and empathy is what truly make me happy.
But as of late, I lack that.
And I wish to fall into a black trap, and never get out.
Maybe my emotions, and feelings will finally give out – no longer controlling me or putting unnecessary strain.
Suicidal thoughts.
What is worse?
Temporary rain or indefinite pain?
It seems like common sense, pretty much a no brainer.
But here is the danger, my heart feels all that is wrong and I rather not be here, until some love makes it way…
This too shall pass.
I remind myself again, this too, shall pass.
