Here we go again

Moments to minutes to memories
As each day condones existence, spiraling down like an uncorked wine bottle being poured out in gush. A moment of uneasiness, exposing the dead weight of unsaid words held within.
A memory so fond, turns to one which creates ruckus in minds and wavers emotions. It's so true when someone said:
"It's the living that's actually dead, dead within by the weight of bottled up words and snide emotions. Thoughts that wanders through existential dread to self harming tendencies and what not to feel alive"
And yet, unsaid words remain unsaid
Unseen sights remain unseen
Unheard talks remain unheard
No soul pays heed to miseries that falls upon others. The loud yet silent heart wailing, wishing to be seen but afraid of being judged. All this while carrying out the constant battle to stay afloat amidst all the chaos and ruckus that life throws at one. Maybe a moment of vulnerability, or could be a moment of haste, but an outcome that can never be changed.
The idea to off oneself, ain't quite the fruitful flowery thought but ain't it a truly courageous act ? as in the moment just before one does that deed, the courage it takes? the sheer will it requires, kinda fascinating but scary.

In short idk why i'm typing all this crap up in here but yeah doesn't really matter ig.. nd the NSFW... idk felt like i should add it cuz of mention of off-ing oneself ? well OP ain't depressed for sure can guarantee that lol have a nice night folks