The morning after I killed myself,
I woke up.
My hands and legs felt numb.
I went to see my mother,
She hadn't woken up yet.
I went to the kitchen and made me some toast.
My home felt so distant to me
Like a place I've not yet been to.
I heard my Dad's alarm go off
I then hear footsteps
He's going to my room
He's going to see it, my corpse hanging from the ceiling.
"My dear child no no no no no" I hear him scream.
The horror in his voice was ringing throughout the house.
I went sprinting to my room.
He's hugging my dead corpse and crying in a way i've never seen him cry.
My heart broke at the sight of it.
Tears running down my pale cheeks,
I go and sit next to him and my corpse.
"I loved u my dear I still will always love u my dear, no matter what I'll always be here for u my dear."
I hear him murmur with a heavy heart.
I felt numb and exhausted.
My sister came running hearing my father cry.
She stood there dumbstruck
Her eyes looked dead and horrified.
She didn't move at all.
She collapsed on her knees in front of my room
Face in her hands she cried and cried
Her shoulders began to shake.
Oh no what have I done to her?
My sister, my beautiful little sister,
She'll never be able to get over this incident.
I stood there in between my dad and sister
Looking at the crime scene I created.
I couldn't bare to see them like that.
I left the room and went to my mother.
She's still fast asleep,
She's the most beautiful women I know.
She's sleeping like a little baby,
I sit next to the bed side and pat her head slowly.
Tears running down my face,
I can't help but think how horrified my mother will be When she sees me,
When she sees the real dead me.
Her alarm goes off and she wakes up too.
She looks like a cute little cat waking up from a long night's sleep.
I'm going to make her cry, again.
My home sounds so quiet and yet so noisy to me.
She hears the crying sounds and goes to my room.
I follow her.
She sees my dead corpse, my lifeless soul
Her dear child's dead body.
My mother held her chest and fell down.
She fainted at the sight of me laying lifeless.
The morning after I killed myself, I wanted to live again. I wanted to live now, more than ever.
I was ready to do anything to be able to hug my father again.
I would do anything to apologise to my little sister.
I would do anything to tell my mother I loved her.
That is what happened the morning after I died.
After I killed myself.
After I hanged myself to death.
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The Morning After I Killed Myself
Roman pour Adolescents"She sees my dead corpse, my lifeless soul Her dear child's dead body. My mother held her chest and fell down. She fainted at the sight of me laying lifeless." This is the story about the morning after I killed myself. The impact of my death on lo...
