The way of the road less and no longer traveled.

One day there comes a time in your life when the noose may look and feel better then any set of arms, any kind words, even better then her's. It seems like the point has gone and left you empty. I've had this feeling many a times over the last few months. Doesn't mean it's true and also doesn't mean it's not. People seem to think it's such a shame that people die but if we're willing to do it to ourselves then shouldn't it be ok? You're not taking a life simply giving one up. Like pulling the plug on a an old man who can't do anything but sit and stare at the celling from his bed with not hope of recovery we pull the plug on a life that is yet not fruitful. Weed out the garden and let the better plants grow tall to leave the weeds behind...