It's Friday and you're at school. You know it's your last day, but no one else does. It's a long hard day, but you take it harder than anyone else. The bell rings, so you say goodbye to your friends. It's the last time you will see them, but they don't know that. It's Sunday night and you've had enough. You know it's time. You grab your knife, that rope, those pills. You're hurting, you're crying, but you want and NEED to do this. It's over. Done. Finished. You just killed yourself. There's no turning back now. You're gone. It's Monday morning. A normal day for everyone will soon change. Everyone expected you to turn up today, but you're not there. No one knows why, but why would they care? They soon find out what you did and don't know how to react. They thought "they never saw the signs" or "this is so unexpected." But to me, you know what's so unexpected? All of you pretend to care when I'm gone. I'm sorry, but it's too late then.
It takes a lot to get to the point of turning mental pain into physical pain. As you hide the pain, like you've learned to do so well, you're pushing yourself further and further into a hole. If you're not careful, that hole will eventually turn into your grave.
Take a quick look at my arm to learn the truth about self harm. Feel the numbness end the pain A feeling words cannot explain. Watch your vision blur with tears As the world slowly disappears You simply press down the knife How easy you can end your life
I always thought night time was the worst. Turns out, mornings are the worst. It's in the morning that you realize you're still here, you've woken up, and you're still breathing. You wake up, and everything feels normal. Then you are filled with grief. You're grieving you and your lost happiness. In the morning, you realize you're exhausted. From sleepless nights, tossing, turning, and emotional toll. You're exhausted from the problems you face with people and the ones you face by yourself. In the morning, you're forced to drag yourself out of bed and survive another day. You realize you have to spend the rest of the day making everyone think you're okay, when you're actually falling apart. So the night time isn't the worst part at all. That's when you can finally break down, and not have to pretend you're slowly destroying yourself.