And what else is the reality of our reality?
Illusion of an illusion.
She sat near the window
And inhaled the cold air desperately
To cool down the fire
Burning inside her
The whole city was sleeping
And she could not understand
How could anyone sleep so sound?
There was no voice at all
Even the grasshoppers were quiet
The black birds
They were sreaming
Shattering the midnight silence
She could not tolerate those sounds
She wanted to scream
Louder than them
So loud that the whole world would wake up
And tell them
About the countless times
When she got rejected
For being a black bird
In America, the Saturday before Thanksgiving is designated as a day when family and friends of those who have died by suicide come together for healing and support, known as “International Survivors of Suicide Loss Day”. This year, it is going to be on 18th November, 2017. This might be an ordinary day for some people, but for some, a day that can change their life.
Every year 800,000 people end their life by suicide and there is 1 suicide every 40 seconds across the globe. So I have decided to write a Global Diary in which I will put the stories of suicide survivors or their families or friends who have faced the death of their dear ones by suicide together so that others can get benefit from their stories.
Anyone who have ever attempted suicide and have came out of it or still struggling with it or the friends and families of suicide survivors can share their stories. Your words can safe a life.
Please help me in accomplishing this task. Please comment below or send in your entries directly to firstname.lastname@example.org and help in healing the world.
Take a minute and change a life.
As the Sun melts into the pink Sky
An orange bird
An autumn song
To the time of