One of my friends, Jessica couldn't make it through her first hour of school. I rode the bus with her, but I wasn't sure how to make her feel any better.
She had other friends, she never needed me anyway.
She was sent to the counselor right out of her first class. I walked with her, but she didn't seem to feel my presence.
She cried as she confessed that she knew I had been sad but she hadn't realized how upset I actually was.
I wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but she wouldn't hear me anyway. The counselor said the same words, but she didn't seem to believe him.
She said she didn't know how she was going to live without me.
I knew she would be fine. It might take time but she would be okay.
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After Suicide
Kısa HikayeWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
