AND THEY CALL YOU THE COWARD.

I believe it's a combination of not understanding what suicidal feelings are like, and not understanding how much it takes to decide you don't want to live any more. why do we forget that we are designed to survive. We have the evolutionary survival instinct to keep us going so we can make more humans and carry the cycle on.Is that all that is to it ? To get to the point where you are fighting your true being, something must be intrinsically wrong.When it feels like your whole world is wrong and there is nothing but pain, the idea of stopping that pain is all you want.My perspective is some of us realize the world for what it's worth, how society is structured, and based upon these observations I don't think I'm meant to be here,I don't think I'm enjoying myself at all, ever. I don't think anyone deserves to live this way. Is it cowardly to opt out of an experience you never signed up for? Is it cowardly try to escape what you cannot handle? I think it's smart, I think it's firm, and it could even be called brave (I know that's a controversial statement). Why must we endure for the sake of pride, for the sake of not appearing weak? Because its the right thing to do? To keep your mouth close and feel miserable inside? Killing yourself is hard,Suicide is possibly the hardest thing you will ever do. if you research it. You have to think about the physical pain you're about to put yourself through, you have to find the time of day, prep and carry out a plan, leave everything behind, because there are going to be small things you care about like maybe a love song ,the first sip of coffee in the morning, the ending to a book series that hasn't been published yet,familiar faces of your day to day life, the smiles of the people you love with all your heart.I don't think its cowardly, I think its brave, something must have terribly gone wrong for someone to want to end their life, and when i say this ..trust me, because i know to make a such decision it will take every ounce of that person's being.And when the final day arrives i hope..deep down i truly hope you find what you're looking for. 

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