He was messed up, his heart drowned in sorrows, his soul was weary, the weight of the world was on his shoulders……… He didn’t feel so good in his stomach, his pains were exergerated. His demons were the ones he loved most so he couldn’t get rid of them….. His pulse seemed like the only sound he hears in his head….. Fear became the only stench he recognized ……..His heart beats faster……… What did your demons tell you, they are absolutely right. This words were the loudest in his ears…… If only he was as nonchalant as Shazan.But its obvious he had the system of doctor Strange.. Everyone in his life was looking forward to the next bus to leave or take advantage of him.He couldn’t even look himself in the mirror, because his horror was not the one to behold.The stench of a dead soul creeped in, the blood running through his vain veins became toxic. Ultimate fear and sorrows are just a tip of a dead souls experience.This words he said to himself until he was mentally convinced. Tick, tick, tock,tock.He pulled the trigger, SUICIDE DIED!!!
You see, the only person who deserves to take his life is SUICIDE….. He is still alive because you let him do your job.Because you have not told him how horrible he is,how selfish and insensitive he is.You have not told him that the only person who has no direction nor bearing is him, the only person who has no image nor identity is him.For you were carved and formed in the image of the all Superior,from a royal lineage were you birthed, filled with greatness, splendor and glory. You were made to sit among kings and Queens and not mare men………. Mare men?………. Have you reminded suicide that he is not fit to lace the shoes of the one we think is low……. Who gave suicide the guts to tell you, you are not loved? Really?…… Let me tell you what………. You are loved by an Ultimate being …….the all seeing magnificent creator of the universe……. The one whose throne is in the heavens and the earth his footstool. His love for you is ravaging and he said the plans he has for you are of good and not of evil……His love is precious and unfailing……..So high you cant get over,So low you cant go beneath……… So wide, you cant phantom his love………….. For you he will do what eyes have not seen…… What ears have not heard…. What minds cant comprehend. For who shall separate us from the love of God? Shall tribulations, distress, famine, nakedness, danger, depression, Sword?…. No, in all things we are more than conquerors, through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither life nor death, nor angels nor rulers nor things present nor things to come, nor powers nor height, nor depths nor depression nor creations can separate you from the love of God. So when suicide comes knocking at your door, be the guy behind the gun…….. Pull the trigger and let SUICIDE take the bullet for you!