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One More Light - Linkin Park

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Hold on - Chord Overstreet

*Stop reading when you feel triggered, I'm being very serious. For a reminder, the emoji means suicide, suicide attempt or suicidal thoughts*

Suicide is like a tidal wave striking a small island that never experienced the horrors of the sea from the sunny warm days.

The rush of your blood in horror when a loved one suddenly got diagnosed with a deadly disease that has no cure to it.

It's waking up one day and have a meteor coming to hit Earth, unexpectedly.

Yeah, that shock.

That brutal and painful shock.

That same shock is what we experience when we first hear that someone, who we never expected, takes their own life.

Could be that person you saw yesterday, laughing with you about some random post they saw on social media while sharing pizza.

Or sat next to you in the dinner table as they complained about how much they hated corn on their food.

You saw them this morning, walking down the sidewalk while listening to music with their head bopping to the beat.

Maybe you saw them even reading a book across from you in the library.

Probably stood behind you in line as you were waiting to order food.

They smiled.

They smiled at least once, and you believed with your whole heart that they were okay.

That they were getting better.

That they would stay.

Suicide.

It comes like a flash before your eyes, unexpected, yet deep down inside you knew.

You knew it was coming.

Maybe you heard them cry in their room every day at night.

Saw them shuffled their notebook to hide their goodbye letters to their loved ones.

Probably got reminded by their soft voice everyday how much you meant to them, while they knew their time was limited by a clock of their own control.

That's the thing about this horror; you never see it coming.

And when it happens......

There's this question that lingers the air.

Why?

Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?

Why wouldn't you let me help you?

You were just calling me an idiot and dancing to your favorite song a few hours ago - why?

That's just what it is right there, why?

Was their silence when you asked about their feelings not enough?

How they suddenly cut off all their friends and families, relying on being alone too subtle to notice?

Was their conversations on death and the afterlife not enough of a warning sign to notice the why?

They asked for help.

They begged for it.

They pleaded for a light in the clarity.