Hidup Terasa Mati Novels & Stories

It's funny how they say you can watch your whole life passing before your eyes at the time of death, but I didn’t feel anything. ‘It was nice meeting you’ BANG.

This cannot be my life… This… I feel so sleepy now… Perhaps I should just die in this so-called sleep… I wish I have been overdosed by Leah and I die… There is nothing to leave for…

Paulit-ulit lahat ng naririnig ko, mga nakikita ko, at mga salitang lumalabas sa bibig ng mga pinapatay ko. All of them are boring. The throne is boring. It's no fun when I'm doing the same thing. Ahh... this life is so boring. I just want to die. What would be the feeling of dying? Does it taste sweet like grape juice? Is it painful that I'll scream harder? I badly want to die. So I tried killing myself, one, two, three, until I killed myself for 100th times... but I didn't die. I had grown tired of this life.

Laura - Alive The world is teeming with life and sensations I couldn’t see before. The air itself sizzles with electricity, and my skin tingles under the sun’s warmth. My heart is beating so fast that I can hear its thumping in my ears. Oh, how good it is to be alive. But then again, what is death? It’s a void, a nothingness, the absence of everything. So even though death is the ultimate lack of all existence, isn’t it also a state where we are given a chance to start anew?

Peace I am at unease I am at unease Is suicide Is murder The only way we die Is killing a person Each day by hurt Agreed way that One can apply Or is this not murder Or is it sane Who will define Ill health Pain of heart It is enormous at times I won't survive In this surrounding For my current life Too for me It is a huge surprise This is life Is this is life For which I claimed For which I succeeded To fail, many deaths Many a suicide In return Do I get This is life Is this a life Or death? ****** Engaged with a few It becomes many It becomes a big As you practice There will, be hope Somewhere In something Hidden For me too I know the tragedy Way too old It didn't come my way When I practi

Goodness seemed to fade away more and more they became blurred and tame It is said that a person feels the upper hand, even though the self is only limited to the ground that does not mean It is said that a child whines in his swing and the parent continues to stir the void on the stove Though deadly reptiles are coiling in a pathetic life on the neck of the baby Everything happens All tragedies have passed But the universe never dies Unless the One says, “Stop.”

I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. On my way to lunch, I began to note how inconsequential human existence was, you got given birth to and started toiling till your death day. It was all a cycle of nothingness and insignificance. Maybe dying wouldn't be all that bad after all, I read that it doesn't hurt. I had been Googling a lot of dark stuff lately, all side effects of fear.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

Death. It’s a funny thing when you really think about it. One minute, a person is right there, and the next, they’re gone. You’re just left with an empty shell of who they were; left with just a cold body that does not respond anymore. They’re just gone…

I closed my eyes for a second because hearing him say it hurt in a way I could not explain, and when the silence answered him instead, it felt like something sharp cutting straight through me again. “No,” Matt said, shaking him harder. “No, this is not happening.” “He is gone,” I whispered, even though saying it out loud felt like tearing something open inside me all over again. Matt went still beside me, and for a moment neither of us spoke, because there was nothing left to say that could change it. “After everything…” he said finally, his voice cracking. “He just dies like this?” I flinched at the word, because it sounded too harsh, too final, but I forced myself to hold onto the truth.