No, it's not. The only people who say that are those who never needed it. The flick of the
razor, the taste of the
tranquilizer or the
freedom of the
fall are all quickly replaced by a fear that only the
doomed and
damned souls know.
It is an
exquisite fear. The most poigniant feeling of all. It's an experience that is the most well-crafted thing in mortal existence, transcending all others.
It is the
pain of oblivion. The true knowledge that, for this brief parenthesis, you are truly alone. True, gutwrenching loneliness is the most incinerating pain of all.
For a immeasurable pause, all your
gods and goddess, friends and loved ones have abandoned you. Simply you, running face first into the brick wall that is to be your unrelenting
nothingness.
If I may quote
Christian Slater in
Pump up the volume,
"But the unhappy truth is that sometimes being a teenager is less fun than being dead."
Death was never easy; neither the first time, nor the second.