Words do hurt

The End

Your sitting in your room (door locked) with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again, for the third time in the past hour. 'To my family' you write at the top of the page, but decide it's a bad way to begin your letter, your suicide letter. You try again, start over,again and again, but you don't know where to begin. No one understands you; No one knows what you are going through, you're alone; that's what you think. Nobody would care if your alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody. It's night, and you slip into bed. "Goodbye" you whisper into the darkness. And with that you take your last breath and end it all. Nobody cares right? well you thought wrong.

*The Next Morning*

It's a Tuesday the following morning, and when it's 7:25, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn't know you are gone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she tries to open the door, but it's locked. She takes the spare key from her key chain and opens your door and screams . She collapses to the ground while your father rushes to your room. Your siblings already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she's got, which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over to your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your father is trying to stay strong but the tears escape his eyes; calling '999' with his left hand while his right one is on your mothers back.

Your mother blames herself. All those times she screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid, all those times she said 'No' to you. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long times. Nobody cares right?

*School*

It's 8:34, there is a knock on your classroom door, it's the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: "what's going on?" they ask. The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you 'fat' and 'ugly' is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework, but then treat you like crap, he's blaming himself. The boy that sat behind you, the one that threw things at you during class, he's blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself, for all those times she screamed at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class.

People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They'll all be devastated, even the kids you've never spoken to before. Still, Nobody cares right?

*Siblings*

Your siblings get home, your mother has to tell them that your gone; forever. Your little sister, no matter how many times she said she hated your or stole your stuff, she always loved you, and saw you as her hero, her role model. Now she starts to blame herself; "Why didn't I do what she told me to do when she told me? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault". Your brother get's home, the boy that never cries. He's now in his room; mad at himself, he caused your death. All those times he'd play pranks on you. He's now punching holes into his wall, turning things over; he doesn't know how to deal with the fact your gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you right?

*Just over a month later*

It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now, your brother has been sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries every day still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you for you to come back home.

The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don't know how to deal with the pain that they are facing.

Your father has depression; Your mother hasn't slept for nights, it's all her fault. She's been crying ans screaming every night wishing for you to come back.

The boy that copied you homework, now self harms. But nobody cares about you, am I right?

Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can't do it. She's locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can't say 'Goodbye' to you, not yet, not now. Never.

It's your funeral. It's a big one, everybody comes. No on knows what to say. The handsome person with the big smile is gone; your somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they are still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you . They all wish you would come back, but you don't, and you won't. Still think Nobody cares about you?

Think again.

Even if people don't show it, they care about you, they love you. If you end your life today or any other day, you won't know just how much you mean to people. If you end it all today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life.

Suicide is the easy way out, but it's the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have it's ups and downs, everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their life's, like your probably going through now. But bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it's there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your own life. You need to go down on the roller coaster so that you can go up. You need to go through the tough times so you can get to the good times.

Take a minute, now, and think. If you ended your life, how would people that love you feel and go through?

Can't think of anything? Well I will tell you.

Tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Misery.