Are you really better off dead?

Afterwards

Her family cried, her neighbors sighed wiping stray tears, the girl suffering was lost. She didn't know who could help her, she didn't know who would understand. She heard the girl slit her wrists to make it better, so maybe it would help her too. She grabbed a knife, and slowly made a light cut. She felt the cut wasn't enough, it wasn't helping. She did it harder, and harder every time until all her arm was covered in cuts big and small with blood pouring out of each single one.

She still thought it wasn't enough pain. She needed a bigger release. It helped the dead girl so why can't it help me, she thought over and over again. So she grabbed the pills, and swallowed 11 of them whole. She laid on her side feeling her eyes slowly close. Before she knew it she was asleep, and would never wake up again.

It starts with one.

Please get help and NEVER hurt yourself. It really doesn't help, and should never be used as a coping mechanism. Please get help it really does help.