"People who kill themselves are selfish."
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly p
She knew of the destruction that she was bringing to her temple, Yet she continued to vomit on what's claimed to be God's gift Drunkard's nectar, oceans of grease and carbonation, stagnation Of the body, stylish cancer sticks, and relentless fornication A once perfectly functional tower now falling apart because of A woman's inspiring stupidity; they all brought truth to the Fresh air, but it was far more simple to let it go stagnant The rotting that came rather early, the home that's sulking, The family who has to pick up the pieces, and the author who Will feel the devastating weight of a bloodline's disappointment Once he grasps the threads of adulthood So many futures mutated Such a selfish way to die
Very selfish I am indeed I care not for folks nor their deeds Good they may be, I pay no heed I care only for my own needs Why? Why should I care for others? My own life is all that matters It is my own not another's Even though it's shred to tatters Yes, I only care for my self You too, only care for yourself Leave me be, inside my own shell I'm afraid, to trust someone else
All I could think of was him. It was a terrible thing to acknowledge, but it was the truth - a truth I could not change. A year and a half I've been here now, a friend of them all, a friend to them all as much as my defects had allowed. Now what was I? The weeping fool who could not control herself? The one who wept for a married man and struggled to spare a single thought or tear for his daughter in the same position, just another hospital bed. It wouldn't stop. My thoughts wouldn't be still. I couldn't fathom anything beyond the reality right in front of me: my selfishness, my pain, my fears. What was love but selfishness? Someone