read it , please .<3
You sit in your room, hating your life, wishing you could die.
You take out the blade, and make another cut into your body.
You think nobody understands, and nobody ever will.
You think nobody cares about you, you're just a worthless space in life.
You think your life if horrible, and you want to commit suicide. Right?
Imagine if you did.
Imagine you mother or father walking in the room, and seeing you lying there
unconcious. Your precious heart has stopped beating.
Your pulse has disapeared.
Your parents hold you into their arms, with tears rolling down their cheeks.
They get a pain in their stomach,
They thought this was their fault.
They automatically feel sorry for always working, and never being with you.
They feel sorry for when they were too busy to look at your school projects.
They start histerically crying.
Your sister(s), and/or brother(s) hear your parents crying.
He/she comes into the room, concerned.
They look at you in their parents arms, and burst out into tears.
He/she runs away, and goes into his/her room and hids under the covers.
Your parents scream to him/her, but they don't want to leave you.
They call 911, hoping they can save you,
but once you get the hospital, they tell your family there is no hope.
The word gets around that you died.
Your best friend(s) don't go to school anymore,
they are too busy at your gravestone all day crying.
The boy who secretly loved you cries himself to sleep.
The bully gets an awful pain in his chest, knowing he caused this.
Your parents don't speak much anymore.
Your brother(s) and/or sister(s) who used to always be so happy,
went into depression and never comes out of their rooms.
Everyone feels so guilty.
Your teachers feel sorry for giving you so much homework.
Your brother(s)/sister(s) feel sorry for stealing your stuff.
Your friends feel horrible for causing all those fights.
Your enemies feel bad for hating you all the time.
Your ex feels sorry for breaking up with you,
and making you feel like the break up was your fault.
Your pet wonders why nobody plays with him/her anymore.
School is so quiet once you left.
Everybody knows that this school was just h*ll for you.
The principal feels sorry for not stopping the bullies,
the principal feels like if he stopped it, you would still be here.
The bullies are silent now.
They are choking on their regret every single day since you left.
Sometimes, your friends and family close their eyes,
imagining you still there with them,
but they know it's impossible.
Nobody speaks, and the world is silent from your death.
Imagine all that happening.
Do you still want to commit suicide now?
Do you still want to make those forever-lasting scars on your body?
I love you, everybody loves you.
Please, always remember,
you're beautiful.nmq
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