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Friday, April 07, 2006 Friday, April 07, 2006

pitch black ; colour me lost

god gave us our lifes its only right that he to choose when to take it back.

suicide.
why do people think of it as a way out?
i often wonder,
when people die of drug overdose.
did they want to die?
or was it an accident?
when people jump off buildings
do they regret it?
or do they find it a relief?

alot of times,
we can affect their decisions.
but we don't see it
why?
because we are obsessed
with our own little lifes
too eager to prove that
our lifes have more troubles
then anyone elses.
why?
what is so great about
having more problems
then anyone else?
what does it prove?
nothing. absolutely nothing.
if we were to just sit and listen
to their problems
maybe they would have felt
that there was something worth living for.

being different
everyone says that they want to
be different
what is the meaning of being different.
being different- not like someone
how many people
actually dare to stand out from a crowd?
almost no one.
myself included.
why?
because i'm scared. your scared.
so who's going to be the brave one?
and when you are the brave one
everyone rejects you.
because someone else rejects you.
and we say we want to be different.
how ironic can that get.
and we don't see
that indirectly
we are crushing someone's spirit
we are killing someone.
and alot of times
when we do realise
its too late
the damage is done.

these are my thoughts
don't judge me on what i write