I have been in Pettah all alone, at 11:30 pm in the night, I was only 21 years old. Empty streets, filled with gangsters, I kept on walking while my legs were shivering and heart was throbbing fast knowing even if I get killed, no one will know. I watched the empty screen of my phone and wished with so much emotion, I would get a call from my father asking whether he could arrange transport for me? And I saw none. I only heard the haunting hollow echoes from his grave, praying I will be safe. I survived amid the lusty eyes of gangsters who kept on following me right to the edge.
I survived. And here I am saying, Suicide is for the bold.
It was 2014 and I was doing my A Levels. Around that time, I had my first heartbreak. Yes, I fell in love with a boy and vise versa or so I thought. We dated for 4-6 months and "suddenly" he remembered a request that his mother had made, which was not to fall in love with a girl until he had completed his A Levels. So, we broke up. He was my first love, so you know how it feels. I felt completely lost and I felt alone even among a crowd and that feeling was horrible. I cried day in and day out and was left in a complete mess.
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