Suicidal Move. HoL 81

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Humans of Lagos

"I lost it, and I lost the reason to live. Suicidal thoughts filled my heart like an inflated ballon. I cut myself away from everyone. And in my loneliness, depression became my strongest companion.

So on a particular day, I dropped my suicide note on the table in my room. And then climbed up to one of the skyscrapers in my area on a mission to end it all. My heart pumped like the eruption of a molten magma, however, my mind was as strong as the igneous rock; no going back.

From above, I looked below. I saw moving vehicles and people going about with their activities. I closed my eyes, then join the air like the saints obeying the end time rapture. Only that in this my own case, I was descending to be no more.

Almost immediately after stepping off the height, regrets filled my soul. Why did I have to do this. What shame have I bring upon myself by doing this. What will become of my family. How will they cope with the everlasting shame, I've put them into. And above all, I wished that I didn't do it. Life became exciting, that I don't wish to leave again. I just wished that I survived.

And I survived. Permanently sentenced to the wheel chair, yet I'm happy for the second chance. People I've forgotten came calling, that was when I knew that I'm actually special in my own way.

I will smile on, and forever be happy till my eyes will forever be shut by the angel of death."

© FERT, 2016

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