..I’ll Be Over You…

A way out! I thought with a grin

But I’m few pulls away from the peak

Just got scared of the heights of Love

I fear a potential fall of failure.

Nausea of reality hit me, I’m puking panic

I’m losing my will to go further up.

I could always start again, I muttered.

I'm sliding down the rope of forever

Just as long as a figment of eternity

Only when forever is through

That’s when I’ll be over you.

THE PILLOW

I’ll bear your tiring head when you feel like giving up.

Come rest in the comfort of my bosom when weary.

Though void of the perfect consoling words, I will bear your tears.

Awaken from your burdened heart; my warm shoulders I will offer.

Your family is a master piece, irreplaceable and priceless.

Your last resort when all hope has faded into thin air.

Your scaffold, shield, support, identity, voice and so much more

Above all, it is God’s gift to the society and the human race.

A friend loves at all times but a brother is born for adversity.

Love, guard and cherish them, always placing them as priority.

Keep the strangers out: Divorce, Selfishness, Comparison, discontent…

That way you’ll be building a greater and healthy society.

…still entertaining strangers?

I'VE COMMITTED SUICIDE!

I felt as a child, prisoners are those behind bars. Τ̣̣ђё face of τ̣̣ђё man behind bars on τ̣̣ђё monopoly board that read "IN JAIL" seemed pretty sad and did get ♍ε puzzled.

Freedom to me was anyone who wasn't behind bars. I decided to act right in order to remain free. But with age for most of us comes wisdom.

Ȋ̝̊̅ could place accidents, illness, old age, wars, assassins, but not suicide. Ȋ̝̊̅ asked like most of you did, "why would anyone kill his or herself"? Knowing Ђδω hard i† was to as much as inflict myself.

Then I was introduced to heartbreak in my quest for ℓ♥√ع . Failure - too bitter a pill to swallow. Meals weren't 3-square, sadness gave me a cold pat. Death prove i† had a right to my ℓ♥√ع one and I had wailing to comfort me. Crippled by fear; I never knew life could be so uncertain.

Now I know τ̣̣ђё real imprisonment is not being behind bars of iron nor τ̣̣ђё shackles on our feet but τ̣̣ђё virtual ones created by τ̣̣ђё perception of our minds which is τ̣̣ђё probable culprit for most suicide (deliberately terminating anything precious) - taking your life, failure to believe in your dreams, lose faith in yourself, refusing to try again, inferiority complex, refusing to face your fears... Etc.

Never had this pure words made much meaning - People with their minds set on you, you keep completely whole, steady on their feet, because they keep at i† and don't quit. Isa 26:3 (MSG)