Sad Short Stories

Suicide Note

"I found this. In her room. I think you should read it, Mrs. Parson."

Dear world,
It may seem like I had a good life. I would say so too. I had a family, a home, good food to eat, a good education, but depression isn't exclusively for people with big problems. Depression is a chemical imbalance within the brain which keeps people from feeling. Anything. Not just joy, but sadness, pain, fear, anger, guilt, lust, love. I feel nothing. The lack of feelings is getting so strong that I have to do something. Anything. If ending my life stops this abyss of nothingness where my feelings should be, then I hope whoever's reading this has a good life without me. This world can't do anything for me. It can't heal my depression, because it's gotten so bad that even the medicines the doctors pump me up on don't do anything. I can't live like this anymore. It's hard to explain to people who have never had this problem. I'm sorry if my intentions don't make sense. I'm sorry for all of the harm I've caused you all. Please remember me. Not as a role model, but as a teacher. Remember me as the girl who refused to get help, because your kind of help just caused more harm. Remember me as the daughter, friend, girlfriend, student, neighbor, relative, or person you saw on the street, that couldn't deal with a world so corrupt. Remember me.

~broken girl