PEOPLE DO CARE.
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
affect you. They affect everyone. Don’t end your
life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t
get better if you give up
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,
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
affect you. They affect everyone. Don’t end your
life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t
get better if you give up
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