It can creep into the back of your mind if you're not careful.
There's this lie.
That can seep into your thoughts.
There's this lie.
That could end your life.
There's this lie that suicide is beautiful,
poetic, even.
A courageous end to a hard life.
Lies.
Suicide is ugly.
It's the ugliest thing on Earth.
Depression isn't lying in bed waiting for your white knight.
It's sore throats and broken stomachs from throwing up too much.
It's blood running cold down arms that have been torn apart in hatred.
It's sobs at a funeral for someone who was taken too soon.
Suicide is not beautiful.
There's this lie
that it is.
Crush it.