Arts

By Chelsea James

“I wonder what it’s like to want to be alive. Does it fuel your mind the same a pretty sunset does?

Do the birds chirping outside satisfy as enough to justify a smile? I sit and wonder so heavily about what awakens your body each morning.

They say your body is a temple, to treat it with respect. How come my temple is covered in scars? A fine line of reminders filled with failure.

Is it normal to want to die? To sit in the dark and tell God, “i’m ready to come home.” I wonder what it’s like to want to be alive.

Does your mind ease at the thought of death, the same that mine does? Do you sit and ponder all your faults?

I wonder what it’s like to want to be alive. Because my body is so trapped in wanting to die.”