Monday, October 23, 2006
Talk of suicide is cheap. Do you know why people say they cut their wrists, they want to die, they are staring at a knife?
Cos they want the attention. Glorified attention.
Keep an eye on it, they always tell someone, in the all so grandiose manner, in the o so subtle method. It can range from a random msn message to bloodied writing on the wall, to giving a gift...something special....or just smiling and looking at someone and saying goodbye.
It can range from the black and white I want to die, to the splendid nature of graphic details of blood flowing from wrists. The argument is the same....I've had enough, I can't stand it anymore, It's easier this way, I don't give a fucking care...
Remember it is to walk down the street, not across it. Cutting across doesn't do anything, it spills a little blood sure, it freaks someone out, sure. But killing you, it does not do. Only when you cut open the artery that runs down the length of your arm does it work, because then your heart does all the work, pumping out the blood until it's too much for the body to handle. Then it's over.
Is it?
Who'll miss you when you die? They are sad for a little while, then they get over it.
The situation is always the same. People make a huge deal over someone who claims to be suicidal. They give pathetic looks, voices of denial, but they keep arguing, people who cut themselves aren't clever, aren't useful, aren't bright.
We don't need to be. We just need to be dead.
Why? Cos it hurts? Cos it doesn't matter? Cos why should we care when no one else does? Cos we want the attention?
That's just it isn't it. Because it attracts so much uproar over it, because it's an instant flag alert to family and friends, it's so easy to proclaim, I want to cut my wrist.
Why don't you say, go do it then. Because if they truly wanted to die, they would be dead already.
Cowards are the ones who tell people. Wanting to be saved. Wanting help, wanting comfort, wanting the attention, me me me me, look at me, lavish me with your solid attention because I'm pathetic to the point that no one else cares unless they know I'm this close to killing myself.
Of course, perhaps we do it for fun.
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 11:42 PM
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