For All Those who are Contemplating Suicide

Considering killing 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 mum 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 status to show people there are
people out there that care. Yes, I
definitely care!
I’m here for anyone who needs someone to talk to. Just know that I care.
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