Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Please Take Two


Take two minutes everyday
For freedom and liberty
For every man and woman who have GIVEN THEIR LIVES in these pursuits through the centuries and across the world
Remember in silence their deaths given, freely, but with such a hi high price

American Revolution War – 50,000+
French-American War – 556+
War of 1812 – 25,000+
American Civil War – 646,392+
Spanish-American War – 4,068+
World War I – 320,518+ [missing3,350+]
World War II – 1,076,245+ [30,314+]
Korean War – 128,650+ [4,756+]
Vietnam War – Cold war – 211,454+ [2,489]
War on Terror – 96,860+

1775-present death total of American fighters= 2,722,991*
[*including multiple Indian/Island/Expeditions/Other nations -/Wars 0f 1813-1848]

Take two minutes every day for the DEATHS of World Earthly Disaster
Indonesia Tsunami - 230,273–310,000
Haiti Earthquake - 316,000
Burma Cyclones - 138,366
Katrina – 1,836
…and so many more

Take two minutes every day for all those who DIE from Famine every day
Who starve to death, everyday
25,000 People Every Day
1 in 6 Americans

Take two minutes every day for all those who DIE from Aids every day
1.5 million Every year
At least 4110 every day
One Every 20 Seconds

Take two minutes every day for all those who DIE from Malaria every day
About 1 million every year
%90 of them in Africa

Take two minutes every day for all those who DIE from Poverty Every day
People Die of Disease and Hunger and
Could be fed
Saved
Cost 195 billion a year
That is a about $30 a month per person
A Dollar a day to
Feed, Medicate, Clothe, and Educate
All people who need it worldwide


Take two minutes every day for all those Modern Slaves every day
Worldwide
12 – 27 million Worldwide are slaves
Today
2.45 million people are being trafficked in the world at any given moment
half of those being trafficked are for commercial sex exploitation

Take two minutes every day for all those who DIE from Suicide Every day
About 300,000 worldwide
30,000 or so are within the US
750,000 or so Americans attempt suicide every year
About 82 a day complete that attempt

Take two minutes every day for all those who must DEAL with repercussions on Rape/Sexual Assault every day in the US
207,754 victims (age 12 or older) of rape and sexual assault each year
That are report in the US
1 sexual assault every 152 seconds, or about 1 every 2 minutes.
2 minutes
That last for a lifetime

Take two minutes every day for all those who SUFFER from a Mental Illness, including Eating disorders
estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older, about one in four adults, suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder a year
57.7 million People
In the US
1 in 17, suffer from a serious mental illness

Take at least 20 minutes everything to think about others
Give silence and respect for those who die and suffer
And ask yourself
Who am I and what am I doing?
Don’t compare
Just
REMEMBER

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Justice In Death

As I travel through this predicament, this pain, I have beliefs. An understanding, of myself.
I am weak.
If I can't make it through this, if I die, killed by another, if my body can't take it any longer, if I take my own life, or when, I hope it will be a truth told to the world....
How the justice system can turn on a victim
How cruel they can be.
How they can blame me for what was forced upon me. The horrible things I was made to do.
The shame I am made to endure...all for the sake of others.
To protect those who came to hate me because of the monster who consumed me, body and soul. Took everything from me, and continues to try.
I want my death to proclaim the injustice given to victims world wide.
Mostly the women of the world, but also those men who where forced to endure horrible things.
When the wombs that carry the life of the world are tortured and treated as objects, as things, then the entire world suffers. This is a truth we cannot escape.
But why should be made to continue on in this life with these disgusting memories? Why should I have to pay the price, again, for the crimes of another?
I am tortured daily by the reminder of what I was made to do...just, so others would not suffer as I had, so that others would not die, so that those I loved would not be harmed.
Now I sit here dying because my body rejects everything that had been forced upon it. Can I ever live a normal life? Can I live?
I believe that answer to be know. Now one should be punished for the disgusting things that have been forced upon me.
The Pain.
The shame.
The horror.
And the fact that if I die, in a way they do win, but maybe other's will be saved, will be heard.
Because while I lived many did not listen.
They let it happen.
They punished me for the pain I was suffering.
They let it happen. And made me pay for it.
What is the point..........
There is no such thing as justice.....

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Life Is Death

There is this rotting pain, deep in my stomach. Churning, burning, fuming...disgusting. I feel hurt. I feel hate. I feel...to much. I feel numb.
The memories burned in to the back of my eye lids that haunt me in my sleep. But darkness fills my days. My mind can't make sense of it all, sadly, my body does. The reactions of actions taken so long ago, or maybe not that long ago.
Some children were killed today. By a very broken person. They morn for the children. I can see why. I wish I could be one of them...so I would have to deal with the shit I've been through. So I could be set free. But yeah, morn for them. I suppose I do. Innocence lost. Souls who watched, burdened, forever, Stained. This society doesn't care enough about the things that could help this...no we talk about guns and rights. That man had a right. Not to kill. Not to hurt. That is never a right. Taking a life is a heavy burden, any one who can so willing rip life away, well, there are consequences for them.
Life should be seen as precious. He was broken, and not enough was done to save that man...who could have saved all those children...
But what does this society care about other peoples "issues". Nothing, right?
Mental health is a big deal. But we don't make it that. Violence. We accept it, unless it happens in real life or to us. We are a sick country. It isn't about the guns. It isn't about our rights. It is about our communities and our health. Two things that have slid dip into the ditch where no one cares to look or dig it up out of. This will continue to happen. People will die in awful ways.
People will kill themselves.
People will treat others like shit.
Because...we have lost our morals.
We have lost it all.
Because we are not as caring a community as we claim. Or today wouldn't have happened. Stress is a killer, and it doesn't care who it takes down or how many. Evil lurks in the sweetest of places.
Those of us who have to sit and morn alone, for the prices we've had to pay for evil, for the crimes silently made against us. The nation will never know. They will never, ever care. If anything I suffer more because, why, well it isn't ever simple. Wicked people are broken people. People society pushes aside, ignores them and hopes they will go away.
You as a society created this. and you know it.
There are worse things that happen every day and we can't scream loud enough for anyone to care, especially never morn, for the things we have lost and will never, ever get back.
I am a sad lonely creature who will probably die alone. But so what. No one will morn for me.
Something I am to slowly coming to terms with.
I once was so in love with love, and service and hope, and joy, and life....but they stole that and now I seem nothing more then an old bitter crone....so sad,

Thursday, November 29, 2012

What About Storms

I really love them, I at least that is what I might say. They could be wonderful. They could be sweet. Listening to the rain come down, listening to it pour. The wind whipping tree, the wind tossing waves. So glorious a sight. So mighty a fright. What a time to cuddle, bundle, and read.
I sorta still feel that way...
But it's not like I actually hate them, I just hate them. Storms. Remindeers of my turmoil of a life. raging like the open see in hurricane winds. no shelter. No hope. No survival. Ship wrecked and broken and sunken to the bottom of the sea. Storms, reminding me of my loneliness, so close and yet so far, so distant are we. Family, friends, who are they? This storm goes on for days. Locking me inside, reminding me of my cage. They places I could never escape, no matter what I tried. Death wouldn't even free me from those horrid claws, with such an evil grasp. Yes storms remind me of the darkness daily consuming me. No light will ever shine here because the sun has died on this dreary planet. Alone in space to drowned. They are such awful things, storms. Taking away the little joys in life giving you no reason to hope. Hold noting close, for it will surly be swept away. god awful storms...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

What I Want

I have such the urge to die right now, oooo, in horrible ways. I can see myself bleeding, lots of blood. Heavily intoxicated from alcohol and sweet  little pills, so many more than nay one should take. I see myself laughing as I watch my blood flow freely from its restraints. I laugh deeper, hysterically. Blood stained clothes, shredded, rip them away. Nothing left. MMmmm, such a hard urge to hold back, god, if I wasn't talking to him right, I just might, I have more than enough resources to accomplish this. Please, oh please let me succumb to these shattered desires, the desire to rid myself of a life in pain for several more seconds of pleasurable destruction. Watching myself sink into the depths of eternal darkness.....mmmm such a lovely image....

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Life Not Lived

I never wanted to live this long. I believed when I was young, I truly believed, that I would be dead by thirty. I had thought there might have been people would care if I no longer existed. As I have grown that belief in people has just about vanished. We've all had it, that experience, some worse then others, the disappointment. Sometimes its is so god damned painful you can feel it in your heart, forever, for life. I believe you will even be cursed in the afterlife with the sorrow. So many times. So often the pain. I fight to die. What is there to live for?

Friday, October 26, 2012

Be As Death

I feel as if I would be counted as lucky to be dead. Killed in a horrible accident, twisted and shredded. Caught in the crossfires of so gangs drive by shooting. The victim of a crime by a mind that slays another human being brutal ways. To be kidnapped, tortured and death in the slowest and most painful ways possible. To this I would count myself lucky.
Die of an overdose...eat a poison...bitten by a deadly creature...if only...

Friday, August 24, 2012

Being To Numb

To know that being broken doesn't matter at all. That if I died today, took my life with my own hands, it would mean nothing. No one would try and stop me. It wouldn't matter if I was gone. My path has made do marking on all the hearts I've loved. Just an empty vessel sinking, deep into despair. I can't find the meaning or purpose of this heart. I suppose I agree with that song in the fact that it is only meant for breaking. To be in many pieces, soon taking this life apart. Why do I ever hope for a new beginning? Or a life that I may live? Or hope in any matter at all? Why dream of peace when death is so much sweeter? My life is but a speck, worth nothing at all. Sigh. If only my sweet, beloved Sora didn't care, or love me so much, It would end today. I would end today. Maybe tomorrow then. Maybe...