It’s like drowning in a dark gray and angry sea with no land in sight. Agonizingly you never actually go under, succumb, and drown. You endlessly struggle.
It’s like having half of yourself ripped away and you can’t
stop the hemorrhaging.
It’s like having a rabid ax constantly striking you and
taking you apart piece by piece.
I’ve survived being tortured. In many ways this is worse.
When someone you love commits suicide the pain, the grief, the frustration, and the anger
eventually give way to cavernous darkness that claws into your very soul.
Suicide might be an easy and most attractive choice for you, but anguish and sorrow never end for the ones who love you that you leave behind.
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