more than five times I have thought that life is not worth living anymore. it takes so much darkness for someone to think of taking their own life. the last time you might ever get to breathe and get something done, to complete a simple task and to see your loved ones. depression is in the air, the butterfly is of rebirth but the spider signals the pathway of death. we can be gone any day. but let us not be the architects of our own misery.
a tribute to anyone with suicidal tendencies. i see you.
overflowing
