Suicide is an art.
Beautiful it is how life ties us! Few with gold strings, few with chains It tethered me with a simple lean thread. They say it's about removing the knots and setting oneself free. Oh! I thought. Little did they know.... Family above all! Their love, their bond, their sacrifices. Incomparable. Lucky are the ones that have a family? (sighs) They helped me detach from the thread and they set me free. No strings attached. Little did I know they tied me with their love. This time I feel a knot in my stomach. Is it an elixir or toxin? Oh! It's a poison, honey. Sweet! What else could be the beauty of life rather than being indebted to the family's love? It is for what we run. They loved me. They wanted me close to them. They showed the world whilst taking my wings. They described the ocean when I was drowning. Never felt bad. But the knot gave me no calm. With dreams as high as palms, I sat down with no clues consumed with blues. I got with it. Couldn't feel more ...