Teen Suicide

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Imagine that you're sitting in your room; your door is locked, with a pen in your hand and a black piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and tears start falling down your cheeks again. "To my family" your write, "to my friends" you write, umm no, "to society" you write. Finding a way to start your letter, your suicide letter.

You try again, start over, again and again, you don't know where to begin. There is no one that understands you; no one knows how you feel, or what you are going through. You think you're alone but you aren't. Nobody cares about you, nobody cares if you're alive or not. Here comes night, you slip into bed. "Goodbye" you whisper. You take your last breath and end it all.

Nobody cares, right?

Well you thought wrong.

The next morning, when it's 6:05 your mother comes and knocks your door. She doesn't know you can't hear anymore because you are not there anymore. She knocks a few more times, waiting for you to wake up and open up. There is no answer, there's no way you can answer, and very mad she goes to her room and takes the key of your room. She comes back, opens it and screams.

She collapses while your dad rushes to your room. Your brothers have already left for school. Your mother with the little bit of energy she has crawls over your dead body, while she cries and screams. Your dad tries to stay strong, but tears fell from his eyes.

Your mother starts blaming herself for all those times she said "no" to you, for all those times she screamed at you, and punished you for stupid things you did.

Your father also stars blaming himself for not being there when you asked for help, for being away from home, or when he missed a soccer match, or a ballet show.

Nobody cares, right?

It's 9:38. There's a call from the principal's office. She wants you all to go to the auditorium; she looks more worried than ever. All students begin to worry "what's going on?" 10 minutes later when they are all gathered together the principal announces about your suicide.

The popular girl that always called you fat, dumb, and ugly is now blaming herself.

The kid that always copied your homework and treated you like if you were nothing, he's blaming himself.

The boy that sits behind you, the one that threw you little things during class, blames himself too.

The teacher blames herself for all the times she screamed at you for forgetting your homework, or for not paying attention.

People begin to cry and scream. They are all shocked and in regret of what they did. They are all devastated, even the kids you've never talked to before.

Still nobody cares about you, right?

Your brothers get home. Your mother has to tell them that you aren't there anymore.

Your little sister no matter how many times she screamed at you told you that she hated you and that kind of things, always loved you. You were her hero, her role model. Now she's blaming herself. "Why didn't I do what she asked me to do?" "Why did I always tell on her?" "This is all my fault."

Your brother gets home, the one that never cries. He's now in his room, blaming himself. For all those times he played pranks on you, for turning things over; he has no idea on how to deal with the fact that you're gone.

Nobody cares about you, right? Right?

It has been over a month. The door to your room is still closed. Everything has changed now.

Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes. Your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back.

The popular girls have now turned anorexic; not knowing how to deal with the pain that they're feeling.

Your father has depression; your mother hasn't slept nights "it's all her fault."

The boy who always bothered you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts.

But nobody cares about you, aren't you right?

It's your funeral. A very big one, everybody comes. No one knows what to say. They're all still shocked. That beautiful girl with a big and bright smile is now gone. Everyone cries, they miss you. They all wish you'd come back but you don't, and you won't.

Do you still think that nobody cares about you? Think twice. Even if people don't show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won't know how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it will stop your pain, but it pains the ones who loved you or the ones who knew you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out, but not the right choice. Life is beautiful. I know it have its ups and downs, everyone has their bad days; "A bad day doesn't mean a bad life."

Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives, like you're probably going through now but bad times come and go.

You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it's there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.

Take a minute now, and think.

If you kill yourself, how would the people that love you would be feeling now? Can't think of anything?

Well I'll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Depression.

If after hearing this you still feel "suicidal", there are people that can help you.

There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, teachers, etc. They're all there for you whenever you need them. People care about you.

Believe me on this; if no one cared about you, you wouldn't be here with me, hearing this speech. In this school, your parents wouldn't pay for this school. Also look to your clothes, if your parents hated you, would you have all of those dresses on? All those nice shirts and suits you're wearing now?

Look at things differently because not everyone is against you. Your family do care, your friends care, I care, and so the Facebook, Twitter, or Ask community. Your life is precious. Now that you've thought about all the pain you would leave. Change your way of thinking and don't make such an impact on people.