Imagine it.
The sounds of your mothers sobs as they echo through the silent halls of your house.
The blame being thrown around by your father who believes it is his fault, if only he showed how much he loved you dearly.
The lost stares of your brother, he lost a part of himself. Sleeping away, to scared to wake up to a world without you.
The hurt across your sister's face as your body is lowered to the ground. Never to understand why you left.
What caused you to resort to such thing.
The hopelessness of your best friend as they go through life without you by their side.
Imagine it.
The pain,
The hurt,
The screams,
The sobs,
The silence,
The madness,
Imagine it!
Ending your life.
The aftermath you do not believe will happen.
That no one cares!
That no one will miss you!
No one will cry!
No one will even notice you gone...
Imagine it.
Ending your life.
It is not a beautiful release of this wretched world...
It is not a happy ending...
It is a horrid reminder to those who loved you most, that they let you slip.
That they couldn't help you.
That you are gone.
You will never come back.
Your mother will never hug you in her arms ever again.
Your father will never be able to walk you down the aisle.
Your brother will never have his role model, showing him the way.
Your sister will never look at you, and know she is safe by your side ever again.
Your best friend will never look to their side, to laugh, cry, shout, rant, to you ever again.
Imagine it.
Ending your life.
Imagine.
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PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
