Imagine yourself on the
floor...
No oxygen in your lungs
no blood flowing through your veins
Your body cold
Scars all over from the razor
Your parents leaing over you crying, wondering what they possibly
could have done wrong
Your best friend blaming herself for not seeing the signs
The boy who always liked you who would have died to make you
happy, to save you from this fate
The b i t c h in school who now regrets everything she said
Everybody who ever cared about you and you cared about all
grieveing, crying, finding ways to blame themselves for your
death
Everybody blaming themselves except for society
Think about all who love you
There is somebody, I swear
See that knife?
See thoes pills?
DON'T
DO
IT
