Suicide

A lot of you cared, just not enough.
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors. Did you really want to die?
No one commits suicide because they want to die. Then why do they do it?
Because they want to stop the pain and escape the unescapable truth of life.
The quickest way of abandoning reality. 
It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?
We don't kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, He fought so hard. And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.
The thought of suicide is a great consolation, by means of it one gets through many dark nights.
Suicide is a form of murder,  premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.
But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Suicide is the last and end result,  the point of no return.

By:  Jay Carreon