The line at a funeral winds around the coffin
Dirges and laments ring through the air
It's as if life is a play.
Some parts pieced together
by the one who lies there now.
(more) Climax, sadness, joy, ambivalence.
Resolution, sorrow, happiness, neutrality.
Everything in one long epic of emotions
Each of the actors sees the others.
Those who were onstage with them.
As they visit and talk about their friend's
Each of them applauds him in turn.
With stories and memories.
The audience as well as the cast.
For him, it may be
too late to applaud them.
At least six or seven times, I tried to kill myself. No, let me rephrase that. I never wanted to die. I just didn't want to live. If you can't understand the important distiction between the two, you couldn't begin to understand what it means to be suicidally depressed.(more) Since we are not given the option to temporarily stop the world and climb off when life gets too painful, the next step is to seek what seems like the only solution to stopping the misery. To take that final curtain call, to take your own life.
Six or seven times, I tried to bow out. But I could never take enough pills. I could never cut deep enough. They always brought me back.
For a reason? (less)