In the short time I've been alive, I've dealt with more than I should. I've thought of suicide. I've tried it too. I've hurt myself. I've hurt others. I've suffered. I don't claim to speak for everyone but I think I have enough experience to share my opinion when people say "when someone commits suicide they don't think about how it effects others". Heres the thing. They do think about how it will crush their family, how much it will make their friends cry, how sad it will make everybody. What if it keeps them alive longer than they wanted to be. But one day... everything is too much. The pain, the emotions, the thoughts, the suffering. It all becomes too much to bear. How it effects others isn't enough to keep them here anymore. nothing is. Not having to live through the pain seems a lot better than suffering just for the sake of others. No matter how much you talk to a person, you will never know how much they are battling.
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A Damaged Person's Life
Non-Fictionthis story goes through the pain, happiness, and death of a damaged person - this is a real story based on true story/Authors story
