suicide.
It will get you away from all your problems , wont it?
It'll make everything better , wont it?
No one will care.. will they?
Your wrong.so , so wrong.
Imagine this,
you've done the unthinkable and commited suicide.
Over night you've become a statistic.
Your mom's sitting in your room , snuggling into your favourite hoodie.
She thinks this is all her fault , all the times she didnt allow you to do something,
Your Dad is pacing the house, wondering what will he tell your siblings ,
its all his fault , the arguements and all the times he said no.
He poures himself a whiskey.and another.and another.until he's gone.
Your sister comes home , she is looking for you , shes frantic to give you this crumpled peice of paper in her hand
something she did at school today.
She see's your mom , lying there. Just crying.
Then she sees the razor blades on the floor , she knows,
she looks at the paper in her hand , its a drawing off you with the writing , 'i love you.i need ypu.i want you.'
She's only 7 , shes cutting , for you, she wants to be like YOU
your phones ringing,
who's there to answer it?
Its your brother.
He finally gets the news.
He's 16 , big exams coming up.
he stops studying.
he stops attending school.
he stops caring.
he turns to drugs
then one day
his body stops.
WE NEED YOU.
Now you've read this, i just want you to realise this.
put your hand over your chest.
Feel that beat?That's called a purpose,
Dont leave without one.❤
Stay strong ♥
IF YOU'VE TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS. THANK YOU. JUST THANK YOU<3