Everything that is born is going to die,

everyone who laughs is going to cry,

we can not know the good until we face the bad.

is it only me or this reality makes you too sad?

Let me tell you something;

our final goal is death,

no matter how much you resist,

you walk towards it with every breath.

you need to change how you think and what you fear.

instead of life death is the one you should hold dear.

because it’s not gonna end your life;

it’s gonna free you of it.

it will be the ultimate liberation,

it won’t be horrible, it’ll be something beautiful.

beyond mine and your imagination.

don’t get me wrong and go…

hang yourself to the ceiling

or

jump from the top floor

or

eat all the pills you can find

because then you didn’t achieve death,

you just died.

suicide is a cowards way out,

it won’t be as grand as I portrayed;

no one would weep, cry or shout.

it won’t be liberation it would just be running away.

don’t do that, instead stay.

wake up, breathe in the air, and be glad.

give the finger to the demons who call you back to bed to cry and be sad.

do something that you die in peace and not in remorse.

when you die you should smile and the world should weep.

your words and works should be engraved in hearts, beyond deep.