Self harm and Suicide

The end

A week later, Brooklyn's service was held. Pretty much the whole town came. Everyone who came was crying, saying how they wish she wouldn't have done anything, wishing they hadn't bullied her, wishing she would've done something to get help, wishing they would've helped her. The whole town missed the bright smile that girl had once had. The whole town had a hard time moving on without her. Some of her bullies kill themselves. The other cried themselves to sleep, knowing they had been the reason she was gone. Her family would cry everyday waiting for her to walk in the door, home for school, with a bright smile, and a playful laugh that would always bring happiness to the room. Kyle couldn't sleep at night, and neither could the rest of her friends.
This is what happens when you commit suicide. If anyone dares to say they're useless, worthless, unloved, not needed, or anything like that, you're fucking lying to yourself. You're all important. You're all needed. Don't commit suicide or self harm. 'Cause even if you think no one cares, someone does. If no one else does, I do. Even if I don't believe in myself, I believe in you. Have a great day, who ever will take time to read this. <3