#tw-selfharm

Warning: probably some suicidal talk and/or self harm talk..

Avicii is someone I've always loved as a musical artist. His music has always resonated with me in one way or another, and friends of mine in the past have even had songs we used to like.... How to put vibe with without sounding like a meme? Point is realizing and finding out how he really died (Google can tell you, I'm not going to spread that here) really gave me a perspective.

I didn't even know this guy and Ive been sobbing over him for the past two hours, listening to his songs. Absolutely pained that this guy had to take his own life because it was so stressful. It makes me feel horrible for ever contemplating anything. Putting someone through so much pain to relieve my own would never be worth it. Like... Ever.

And self harm ... That's not worth it either. Youre hurting yourself AND others around you. Its so unhealthy and like... I could be important to people. Me and you and everyone. . everyone has someone in their lives that thinks the world if them. Universe, even. And imagine your world or your universe being ripped away suddenly. Especially your world imploding itself, or something. The amount of pain yoid feel... I can't imagine it. Especially when I apply someone I really care about to it and I have to imagine the pain I'd feel? I'd never want to put someone else through that.

Cáel hung from the thin metal bars, his perspective flipped. He always relied on the night sky to find himself when he felt lost. Sunken eyes craving sleep, tear-stained cheeks puffing up to bring in waves of poison. His cigarette clung between his trembling lips, slender fingers clasped around it every so often to remove excess ash. The weather was below zero, his heart seemingly colder.  His headphone cable swung freely with the wind, music idly playing as his mind swam in circles around his thoughts, like a pack of sharks closing in on it's prey. His heart was screaming, still fluttering from all of the pills he'd taken. The wind nipped at his bare torso where his t-shirt had followed gravity's instruction. His ribs like a xylophone, defined with an incline sharp enough to cut flesh. His pale wrists a map of purple and red, the moonlight giving them an eerie glow.