Death couldn't hurt. Could it?

Jan.11.15

 I hope you never understand.                                                                                     I hope you never let yourself become so vulnerable and raw.                                I hope you never have to experience such dark emotions.                                     I hope you never understand mental illness.                                                                I hope you remain as oblivious and judgmental, because for you to understand would mean that you would have to deal with the pain and burden that I and so many deal with.                                                                                                Silently.                                                                                                                         

I hope you never feel your life is not worth enough to stay alive.                           I hope you can look at yourself in the mirror and like what you see.                                 I hope the thoughts I have never cross your mind.                                                      I hope you’re happy.

Christophe Gilland