You don't realize.

Okay, this is serious. So many people post this so I'm gonna join in. A 'Stop Suicide' campaign I guess. But just imagine....

It's been another bad day. The bullies have taken it a step further, pushing and shoving you and getting others to. You don't realize the bullies only do it because they're abused at home. You don't realize that the others do it because they're scared too. You look past those facts and only listen to what they're calling you.

You run home, not letting the tears start because you know you'll be bullied more if anyone see's it. You open the door, waiting for your mother or father to greet you. Your brother/sister slouches past. No-one comes. You let the tears go. You don't realize that your sister/brother is just a moody teenager. You don't realize that your mum's in the bath/shower. You don't realize that your dad's at work still. You look past that and go to your room.

You dump your bag on the floor, thinking. The scars on your arms stand out. My Chemical Romance blasts out of your phone, with The Black Parade. You don't realize that My Chemical Romance are trying to stop people from committing suicide. You don't realize that its a insult to them to self-harm.

You feel under your bed for your knife. You hold it in a shaky hand, piercing the flesh, the blood leaking out. You watch the red liquid trail down your arm and onto the floor. You watch it stain the carpet, but don't stop it. You decide you've had enough. You don't realize how many people you've hurt by hurting yourself. You don't realize all these people have kept quiet about it, hoping that you'll sort it out on your own.

You write out a note. Then you do it again. Your hand is shaking to much to make anything readable, so you type it up on the computer and print it. Then you lay on your bed, close your eyes and feel for the pill bottle, spilling it. You curse and pick one, two, three, five, ten up and take the bottle of water from your bag. You put the pills in your mouth and swallow. You look like you've fallen asleep. But you'll never wake up.

Your dad comes back from work with a treat for you. You've not been eating for ages. He was out so late trying to find something you'll like. He calls for you, but you don't respond. You can't anymore. He shrugs, and thinks you've got your headphones in.

The smell of food wafts into your room. Your dead body lays there, unnervingly not moving. Not breathing in the smell. Only ten minuets later, your mum calls for you. You don't respond. You can't. Your younger sibling comes upstairs with a tray, followed by your mother. She/he opens the door to see you laying there. They think your fine, until your mother spots the blood and split pill bottle. She rushes over to you, and feels for a pulse. There is none. She crumples, crying. Your sibling is confused. Your dad comes up, and realizes in a instant what has happened. He falls as well, also sobbing. A heart wrenching sob.

Ten years later. Your mum and dad are divorced. Your dad does odd jobs, and over works trying to forget. He has started drinking. Your mum doesn't do anything. She just sits somewhere, the kitchen table, the couch, her bed and stares into space. Your older sibling has to feed her, your younger sibling and him/herself. When you committed suicide, his/her friends stopped hanging out with him/her. Your sibling had grown depressed, and lonely. He/she is now a adult but with no job and no house. Your younger sibling now knows what happened. He/she is also depressed, not eating any of the meals that your older sibling prepares.

Your friend, your only friend feels like its their fault. He/she was never around when you need him/her. He/she took on the bullies singe handily and got expelled from your school for bullying. He/she didn't get to another school, their parents kicked him/her out and he/she now sits on the streets, begging. The bullies themselves also feel awful. They knew it was them who drove you to die. They had just sat at school, quietly getting on with work. All of them try not to think of their school days.

In the end, your mum died from starvation and dehydration. Your dad forgot about you and drinks on a regular basis. Both of your siblings start self harming, and the younger one also commits suicide. Your friend is mad, rambling on about nothing and being ignored. He/she was arrested by the police and killed in prison. The bullies have joined a anti-bullying thing to try to stop cases like yours from happening again.

Every 5 seconds (roughly) someone dies. Sometimes, its by natural causes, but sometimes, its suicide. Don't be the next to die. Think of all the lives you'l affect. Just stop, before you skip another meal, or put that knife to that beautiful skin of yours. What drove you to that? Was it bullying, or abuse? You can report both of them, and get help. Don't be afraid to tell. And before you take to any pills, of cut to deep, or pul that trigger, or take that fatul jump, just think. How many people will you affect? It may seem like the only way... But every cloud has a silver lining. Tomorrow may be a brighter day. Just think of those starving children all over the world, who would give anthing to be in your postion. Is it worth wasting your life still?

Just stop. To think. Tell someone before it is too late.

Please.