Maybe the last boy you fell in love with told you how you weren't enough, how you weren't there, how you're like the opposite ends of the same road. Maybe your mother doesn't like you as much as she adores your siblings, maybe no matter how much effort you put into making it right, goes to vain. Maybe the last job you committed to, drained you physically and emotionally and in turn you weren't even paid the quarter of your labour. Maybe your friends think you're living an ideal life, your glass is full - too full for them perhaps. Maybe the last person you called before thinking of doing it, talks about how if you had only shown one sign, he would've saved you, didn't pick up the call. I'll get back to you soon, he said. Maybe the friend you're always there for, fails to understand that sometimes you too are in need of company, that sometimes despite convincing yourself and everyone around you that you can survive alone, a part of your heart lingers a bit longer, hoping that the pack will arrive, that you wouldn't be left alone to survive your way through the long night of piercing winter. Maybe the last time you sliced your skin and vowed to never do it again wasn't enough of a barrier. Maybe when you try to tell someone, they downright refuse to acknowledge your suffering, we have been through worse, they say. Maybe it wasn't the heart break that urged you into sipping the poison, maybe it was someone's shrug, a phrase, a smirk, a comment or simply a denial that you're suffering. Maybe you think that if you do it, you could prove them wrong, you could tell them, look! I was suffering. Do you agree now ?
Maybe this goes through your mind everyday, you can't see the light at the end of any tunnel or hope lingering next to a heartache,
Let it not be today ?