Suicide

Sad to say, we have all in a some manner commited suicide. In no such way do I mean kill a limb, or self inflicting brain damage. Thus from the beginnings of the first image of a television to the mass media of our now idolizing way of living. Individuals have gained the intellect of duplication. What happened to the curiosity of finding one's self? That journey has extended. Ours mouths are silent, but our eyes flash the photographic signal capturing what is not our own. I have had the opportunity to meet this subject, and its gloom. I was stuck in total confinement; locked from myself and the key was thrown out of my reach. Following technicalities; fatal and tragic story. I bled that path; immortal. Depict my smile, does it reek the image of happiness? Questions reappear to who I am, and if I stand outside looking in on the normal, or am I in contrast. Suicide seems so easy...