the day after

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TW Death by suicide 

The day after I died I woke up again.

I walked around the house and no one could hear me.

The day after I died I found my mother crying, clutching a blanket I always used like it could bring me back.

The day after I died I found my father, writing a letter to me and sending it down the river in a bottle. 

The day after I died I found my sisters, who used to all believe in unicorns, trying to believe I was still there.

The day after I died I found my brothers, sitting and looking at my stories, only than noticing the depressive stuff in them.

The day after I died I found my neighbors, acting like I was going to run through their lawn on my way home from school.

The day after I died I found my best friends, sobbing their hearts out, screaming out like I could still hear them.

The day after I died I found my teachers, thinking they put to much pressure on me.

The day after I died I found all the kids who were rude to me feeling sorry, like it was their faults.

The day after I died I found everyone who once knew me, crying, acting like it was their fault.

The day after I died I saw my dog, waiting for me to come open her kneel door and let her outside, I never came.

The day after I died, I wanted to go back, to fix it all.

The day before I died, I woke up again.

I walked around the house and no one listened to me

The day before I died, my mom lectured me on who I should be.

The day before I died, my dad said he expected more from me.

The day before I died, my sisters told me I was never going to be like them.

The day before I died, my brothers told me to go away because they didn't need me.

The day before I died, my neighbor screamed at me for having my music too loud.

The day before I died, my best friends were ignoring my texts because they were mad.

The day before I died, my teachers call me out on bad work that I tried on.

The day before I died, the kids who were mean to me pushed me into a locker.

The day before I died, I saw everyone I know go on without me.

The day before I died my dog didn't let me near her.

The day before I died I just wanted to die.

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