"if i killed myself tonight, the stars would
still appear, the sun would still come
out, the earth would still rotate, the
seasons would still change...so why not?"
Screw this post.
Screw this post so much.
you want a why not?
How about the way your best friend's older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she's crying so hard?
How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in the shower, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at school?
How about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you home?
How about the way your father's eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging body?
How about the way your boyfriend sits in his room in silence, unable to eat, sleep, or even shower because what's the point to continue without you?
How about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door, and convince herself that you could still be there, sleeping in your bed?
How about the way your ex will come over, pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while he holds them to his face to breathe in what's left of you?
Don't you dare tell me it won't change things.
There may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the clouds, but without you
we don't want them.
Don't you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren't important to us.
So screw this post.
and screw the romanticism of suicide.
and screw you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear.