Understanding life and death

And after all, for the well organized mind, death is just the next great adventure...

Now I understand you Kurt, to be honest I think I always saw clear in your game, but it wasn't a game was it? You were just out of solutions.. how could you not be, everything was going insane, the world wasn't right, or at least you thought so, the point is you just couldn't see yourself in the big picture anymore, perhaps it wasn't made for you in the first place, but does it have to be a place for everybody? Isn't the earth big ennough for all of our egos? I guess at some point you just decided that it wasn't interesting anymore.. or just umbearable..
And you, dear Vincent, you couldn't say goodbye to one person only, you had to say it to the whole world, with quiet some style I must say. And they all thought you were insane, while you were just trying to make them see what the real world was made of. I guess they just couldn't see how such a beautiful person you were, this world was never mean for you after all. I hope you're making other worlds shine somewhere out there.
And what about you Chester, your voice was such a blessing for the world, and your smile showed the world how fine the line is between life and death. I guess you were the one who shocked me the most, I always saw myself in you, in your worlds, in your eyes, in your smile. We're not that different after all.
And you, you out there in the dark. You look so happy, the inside of your head must be terrifaying. It's hell out there isn't it. And here you thought that the world couldn't get you, no, the world had nothing to do with your misery, it's just you, you against yourself, that's what discusts you the most isn't it, to know that there's nobody to blame except yourself, no one ever hurt you more than you hurt yourself, no one ever hates you more than you hate yourself, and nothing terrifies you more than what's inside your head, right? And to know that you made all of this by your hands, that you were the architect of your own distruction is kiling you even more. And you ended up hurting the verry people you promissed to save. Is there a hell colder than this one? How many times you thought of taking that final step that could end all your suffering? How many times you took this pen to write you heart because you were too scared to jump? And here you stand at the edge of the world, what's stoppin' you, tell me? This contradiction is suffocating isn't it, to know that there's no end to it, and you just gotta continue even though there's no light at the end of the tunnel. And you think that Kurt, Vincent and Chester had it right, perhaps, perhaps not, perhaps they were insane, or perhaps you are... keep surching for the light.. There's hope somewhere inside of you.. you just gotta find it.. or go insane ..