#morbidwriting

[suicidalserenecontrol]

[secondhandwriter]

[WP] A story that reflects the meaning of the quote “If you don’t risk anything, you risk more”.

To whom it may concern,

I’m ninety years old now, and I’ve lived a safe life. I always played it safe. I was homeschooled, and never went to college. I worked at the register of the same small store ever since the day I turned fourteen. I went to work at the same time, I worked the same times, the same days, and I took off for the same vacation times. I spent my vacations alone, in my home. I would look out the window at the children playing on the street and laughed. I laughed because I knew I was safe and I would live longer than them. I was seventeen. One day, instead of laughing, I cried. From that day on I spent my days staring out my window, at the children in the street, at the families walking together, at the businessmen in their suits and with their cases, the mothers tenderly loving their precious young ones. I watch them every day since that one day, and I cry. I want to be the child playing the street, I want to be the apart of the family walking together, I want to be a businessman in my suit and with my case, I want to be with a mother tenderly loving our precious young one. But for me, it is too late. I wish it hadn’t come to this, but it has, and I truly regret it. I took no risks and lost out on an entire lifetime of experience. I am tired of being safe, I am tired of being alone, I am tired of being sad, I am tired of the regrets, I am tired of crying. I am sorry it has come to this, but I will finally be happy, and I am taking the biggest risk of all. Goodbye, I will see you when the day is anew.

-Love, the man who never took any risks

And then, I stepped off the stool, and hung for two days with a grin on my face. I was finally free.