The confessions/confusions of a Borderline.
Tw: Death, Anxiety, Suicide
I see death all around
On screens big and small,
Lifeless bodies lying around,
I wonder why fate chose them all.
I see the tears streaming down
the faces of their loved ones,
I hear the wails and the cries.
A part of me breaks down at the sight
The other parts?
At my own plight.
Why is the world so cruel,
Plucking away lives of people and leaving their loved ones to grieve
When there are some souls here
longing to leave?
Everything in the world evens out,
They say.
But they don’t look at the whole picture,
Do they?
I do spot an imbalance,
Where one’s wishes stay wishes
As the other gets it granted,
Irrespective of whether or not
they want it.
How great would it be if the world indeed functioned,
Like a matrix that is coded —
Where the souls that want to live are spared,
And the hands of death clench
Those that are despaired.
They’d smile at the ones that survived,
Happy they gave them a chance to stay alive.
They’d look forward to leaving the world behind,
Never wanting a heart again, nor a mind.
For they’ve once been through the curse of a birth,
Preferring heaven or hell, just not Earth.
How great would it be, if that indeed happened
The lives of those who want to live get spared,
And the lives those who don’t, doesn’t,
Then we’d see a balance,
The universe perfectly squared.