Hello, I know my words may not mean anything, nor may they have reached you before something irreversible happened, but I want you to know that, no matter what the world throws at you, at any of us, we are strong. We have moments of weakness, moments where we need someone. Sometimes they are not there. Sometimes you are left to fight by yourself, and it can feel like the end of the world. I know. But there will always be someone who can understand, someone who is there to listen. I don't know how life is for you guys in Japan, I'm sure it is drastically different, but I know that out there, somewhere, you could meet the people who want to be that rock for you. I am usually that for my friends, the one who listens and helps, and I know there are many like me out there. If you are still with us, please, keep fighting, for the people who will love you in the future, and those who love you today. I know the pain may feel eternal, but with the right help, the right people, the right support... It can be so much less painful. I've gone through the same stuff as you, relatively. I gave up on school in middle school. I stopped caring, I felt helpless. I fought the system around me and it was an endless painful fight. I felt useless, I felt like a failure to my family and friends. I secluded myself from everyone and everything because I didn't know what else to do. I lost my father years earlier, so I was already depressed, but this felt like it was the final straw... But then I met a small group of people online. I stayed friends with them for a while, and they really got me through my dark years. They were there to help me. That's how I know that there is hope for you as well. If someone like me could find friends, and help, then I know you can too. So... please don't stop fighting. I'm being selfish, yes, but I don't think anyone so young should end it all... it hurts my soul to imagine.
@@user-lw4qg4pe4w Esto me preocupa, pero cuando escucho esto, me identifico porque alguna vez tuve un vacío similar. Pero aun así, amo a las personas, a la humanidad, a pesar que esta en decadencia. Recuérdenlo, Los quiero a todos ustedes.
生まれた意味などなかった。/まふまふ (下に英語ver.あります、翻訳なので間違っている可能性大です。追々ちゃんと読んで直していきたいです。 There is an English version below.Because I use translation, it may be wrong. ) 厚紙の箱に捨てられた 命ならば値打ちはないか? バス停 待合に渦巻く 見て見ぬふりの雑踏 書き損じはどうしようもないが それに勝る反吐が出ないか? その行方は今日日じゃ 誰も知らない 母の手を零れた 小さな命は 後部座席に勝る価値もない 何者にもなれる命で 救えるものひとつもないのだ これほどに器用な手先で 救えるものひとつもないのだ 僕たちは 底知れた愚鈍な世界だ 書き物に筆を取れども ぶちまけたインクのそれが ひどく適切ではないか? 死にたいかと言われりゃ 特に死ぬほどの孤独でもないが 生きたいか問われたら 何も言えない 虚しさに適した表情はどれだ 書き始めの言葉は 『生まれた意味などなかった。』 先見えぬ小説を読めば 捲り終えぬ世界があるのか? 振り向けば崩れる足場で 明日から何処へ向かうのだろう 僕たちは アンノウン アンノウン 「私は誰だ」 「貴方は誰だ」 アンノウン アンノウン 消しては書いて 丸め捨てては アンノウン アンノウン 自分ひとつが未だ書けない 生まれた意味などないのか? 生まれた意味などないのか? ---生まれた意味などないのだ。 事切れぬものなんてないのに 救えるものひとつもないのに この命に意味などないのに 優しい明日なんてないのに 行かなくちゃ たとえ死に向かって歩いていたって 書かなくちゃ 当然余白も残っちゃいないが 知らなくちゃ 明日を この途方もない暗晦を 生きなくちゃ 生きなくちゃ 生きなくちゃいけない English Version. (Because I use translation, it may be wrong.・翻訳のため間違っているかもしれません。) It was abandoned in the box of the cardboard If it is life, is there not value? I swirl for bus stop waiting for Crowd of closing its eyes Miswriting it is hopeless Is superior to it; do not vomit? Nobody knows the whereabouts in these days I shed it by a hand of mother The small life It is unworthy to be superior to a rear seat For life to fit anyone There is none of the things to be able to save In such skillful tools There is none of the things to be able to save We A bottom is the stupid world that became known I take the writing brush in a writing, but That of ink which I threw out Is it awfully appropriate? If it is said whether you want to die It is not in particular loneliness as I die If I want to grow or am called into question I can say nothing Which is the expression suitable for emptiness? The words of the beginning "There were not born meanings." If I read last novel not to see Is there the world that I do not finish rolling up? In footing that collapses if I turn around I will go from tomorrow to wherever We Unknown Unknown 「Who am I?」 「Who are you?」 Unknown Unknown When you put it out, write it When I round it and throw it away Unknown Unknown I cannot yet write one oneself Are there not born meanings? Are there not born meanings? ---There are not born meanings. There is not the thing which does not breathe its last There is none of the things to be able to save This life does not have meanings In the gentle one which there will not be tomorrow I must go Even if I walk against death I must write it Naturally I stay, and there is not the blank, too When do not know it; tomorrow This extraordinary darkness Unless I grow Unless I grow I must live