Some wounds don't heal....
The beginning of all things is small. Initially the stimulus is just a small pebble which creates limited ripples,but the memory cells record everything, next time the same stimulus creates big tides, for then the ocean shrinks.
But as is said healing is a matter of time, for time heals everything and this pain then gets buried deep in several layers of mind.
The external rescues are sufficient to forget the pain, but the inner demons are playing their own play, expanding the void day-by-day.
We are trying to ligate the wounds, but what if wounds are still infected with nostalgia?
They are meant to be sutured, only if the wound gets clean of doubts and pain.
By not silencing the mind, the pain not only then manifest in physical forms, but make one weak mentally and psychologically.
And when all the energies get diverted,
when the bird just want to escape from the tantrums of life,
when the moonlight can't reach the eyes, the only solution then left is suicide, to taste the realm of freedom, to give life a chance, but this time in new clothing.