27/03/2017
You wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come
home from school one day. You’ve had yet another
horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you
go to your room, close the door, and take out that
su***de note you’ve written and rewritten over and
over and over You take out those razor blades, and
cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of
pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the
letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the
very last time. A few hours later, your little
brother knocks on your door to come tell you
dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All
he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks
you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom
goes to your room to wake you up. She notices
something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand
and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up.
She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so
confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is
crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to
your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding
the letter to her chest, sitting next to your
lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he
screams. He screams and throws something at the
wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to
cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit
there, holding each other, crying. The next day at
school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells
everyone about your su***de. It takes a few seconds
for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes
silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers
think they were too hard on you. Those mean
popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve
said to you. That boy that used to tease you and
call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for
never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your
ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to,
that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He
breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the
school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too,
wondering how they could never see that anything
was wrong, wishing they could have helped you
before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s
in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you
were going through, but she never thought it would
get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She
can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up,
walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the
floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out.
It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole
town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the
bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that
was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on.
Lots of people talk about all the good memories
they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s
crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you
killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just
said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big
sister, you were supposed to always be there for
him. Your best friend, she stays strong through
the entire service, but as soon as they start
lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses
it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days.
It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their
job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now.
That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your
ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and
just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go
into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill
herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she
tried…your brother? He finally found out the
truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at
night, he does exactly what you did for years
leading up to your su***de. Your parents? Their
marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic
to distract himself from your death. Your mom got
diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all
day. People care. You may not think so, but they
do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect
everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to
live for. Things can’t get better if you give up.
I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk,
no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER
talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste
this as your status to show people there are people
out there that care.let's see who actually read all
of it.
For anyone that feels this way
Could 1 friend, please copy and repost (not
share)? We are trying to demonstrate that
someone's always listening.
There is still some beauty to life. Just don't get
yourself on the wrong side of the law.
# SuicideAwareness. Please know that we care
