Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You
come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another
horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your
room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve
written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those
razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle
of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your
chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours
later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you
dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees
is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He
tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She
notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and
reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming
your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that
“Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your
dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the
letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits
him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws
something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to
cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each
other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an
announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It
takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone
goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they
were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all
the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease
you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for
never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend,
the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He
can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs
out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too,
wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing
they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best
friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew
what you were going through, but she never thought it would get
that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry,
she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the
classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no
tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The
whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile
and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the
shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories
they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your
little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself,
he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts
him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be
there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the
entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into
the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and
doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole
school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your
teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders
now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex
boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps
around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best
friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like
you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out
the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he
does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide.
Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a
workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got
diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People
care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t
just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life,
you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you
give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk,
no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before,
I’m here for you. ♥ Copy and paste this as
your quote to show people there are people out there that
care.
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school
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Sep 30, 2012 3:37pm