"Laughing Last for Dying Early"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I’ve been wanting to die now for the past couple of years because the meaning of life just seems so jumbled and blended in with broken spirits and rotten tears.
Misleading scars like planes mistaken for stars or weight loss sold in jars leading you to believe that the key to a better life is by counting your carbs.
The soul got sucked out of life, out of the dark, out of the light, out of the hope, the fight, the hate, the fake, the fate, the shadow, the shape, the shift, the grip, the fame, the whores, the shame, the wars, the money the crime.
People think that just because they go to church, that will make their treating people like shit, doing drugs, being whores all better. Like God just forgives a lifetime of sin for an hour a week. No matter what you say, going to church for the shit that you do will not save your soul the next day. You need to be a better person. No matter how much money you place in that little straw basket as it passes your seat will make it all disappear.
Be a better mother, a better room mate, a better soul mate, a better sibling, a better son, a better daughter, just be something better.
Pull yourself away from the bar, the party, the strip club, the beer and
go home to your son, your mess, your lover, just go home.
Clean up your room, your house, your act, your will, your agony, your fear, your life.
Just clean up.
Take your pill and pull up your pants and realize that tomorrow is your second chance.
Wake up knowing that people are going to cheat, and they’re going to lie, it’s all the same.
Remember that it’s the face that’s important and not the name.
It’s the impact that’s legendary, not the fame.
It’s the picture that speaks the words, not the frame and don’t ever be ashamed to stand out because of a flaw.
Embrace it, love it, hold it, smile with it, it’s yours.
Love it like it’s your child. Ignore its gender, ignore its flaws.
Love it because it’s yours.
Because now a days everyone’s got one hundred and one million superficial complaints about faces, too fat, too thin, too light, or dark skin, wrong hair, wrong eyes, wrong clothes, wrong shoes, bad sex, big thighs, big ass, no ass, small breasts, huge tits, small dick, too thin, too thick, bad car, wrong car, no car, no money, wrong job and you say you’re not a gold digger but if the shoe fits then lie and buy new ones.
Get over your obstacles, your highs, your lows, your fears, yourself, your hang ups, the heart aches, the heart breaks, the head aches, the drama, the trauma, and just be happy. If you wanna die fast, die now, then just be happy. Because happy people always die first and misery leads to long drawn out lives.
And if you wanna be happy, then don’t fall in love.I’m working on it, and if I don’t call you later tomorrow, then you’ll know that I died here today.