I never thought I would stand by and listen to a completely normal conversation about my friend killing them self. I never thought it wouldn't be considered odd for that to take place. I have come to see a new light, in realizing just how fragile human life is.
I've also come to realize that there may be nothing I can do about these occurrences, no matter how hard I try. I have come to believe that this may never change, but simply end. One way or another, such ideas will end. How this end will come to take place I'm never sure.
I'm scared. More scared that I think I have ever been about anything. Every time I see them though, it becomes more obvious that maybe, no matter how horrible and how much it hurts me, this end is what is really needed, or maybe more so what is actually deserved. Isn't it depressing, to think that someone's life could be so horrible, that death may actually be a better option?
Once again, I find myself wanting to spend every second with them. Not because of the same reason as before, but because I'm afraid of how many of those seconds may be left. I do not want them to leave me, or this world, but I know my true passion is that they would be happy. If it is truly impossible for them to gain such happiness, then the only reason for them to suffer in this life would be for those who love them. I do understand that depending on the level of suffering, such love may not be worth living for.
I can only pray that the right decision will be made.
Death will always be a part of life, but so will choice.
Please...
At least promise to consider.
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