So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you...your family hates you right? No. Your parents walking in your room only to find a dead body. They try their hardest to not think negative, and think that your only fooling around...they will start shaking you. Why isn't she breathing? They'll be broken. Tears, many tears...more tears than you could ever shed! Was it us? We're we the reason she did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about her best friends? They aren't going to care. Right? No. Whats the first thing gonna be running through their mind when the principal comes in and tells the class that your not alive? While your best friend sits there in tears. That girl you'd smile at but not talk to. She's crying now. The boy who used to kick you under the table to just piss you off. He'll be shocked. He will be devastated. He will blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She'll question if you did it because she didn't make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who's gonna organize your funeral? Ho has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls that used to give you daggers at school? They'll regret it. They'll blame themselves. If you killed yourself today... You might never know what will happen tomorrow. You'll never know because your dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your best friend then falls into falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I'm thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if your black, white, homosexual, tall, short, overweight, or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There is no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, your not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never alone.
