Breathe, laugh, die. Why is it is constant repartition. A life is brought into this world, a life taken, but we choose not to see it this way, we choose to hide and shield ourselves, and only look at beauty.

Why do we not see the truth behind every smile. Behind every scar, a story. People leave this earth, on an hourly basis, people hide their pain on a secondary basis, people break apart.

Every breath wished it were their last. Words are used to comfort but none can heal. Should my lungs stop, my heart stop, my soul leave, do not cry, do not be sad, for I am in a place where I cannot feel pain no more, such as my life. I am numb.

But now that I leave. I’m no longer suffering. So, be merry, for I am no more. My pillow can finally have a night where it is dry. My family can finally be happy, and my friends can forget about me, everyone can finally be happy.