Suicide...
It's interesting that I started writing about this because I can't say I haven't thought about it.
I think now everyone has thought about suicide.
Not saying the world is suicidal but we all thought about it
Whether as an option or just thought about why someone would consider it.
Even the people who hear about it and think it has nothing to do with them
I mean they heard about it right?
So they thought about it though only for a moment
They still did
The world knows about it
People consider it
People commit it
People try to commit it
People fail at it
People try to stop it
People don't try
People get help for it
People get help to commit it
It affects everyone
And yet people think it has nothing to do with them
I get it okay
You see a girl a boy walking down the hall
Scars on their arms dark circles under their eyes, maybe bruises on their face, arms, fists, legs etc., or they look completely normal but you heard the gossip about what they tried last weekend,
They smile and you feel okay and go on your way
They don't feel okay, you do
Because you think it doesn't matter
You think that they smile because they're happy to be there
No, you can't read their mind.
Maybe they think how long it will be until their parents snap and hit them
Maybe how long until their next high
How long until their next drink
How long will it be until the whispers go away
How long until they can stop smiling like a normal person
How long to get to the bathroom and throw up from anxiety or just trying a new 'diet'
How long...
How long do I have to endure,
Until a peaceful eternal sleep overtakes me.
Or just plainly.
How long until a bullet goes through my brain?
How long until that rope around my neck becomes too tight!?
How long until the blood runs dry?
How long does it take to DIE!?
All while people, maybe you, maybe not you, think it has nothing to do with them.
One hug
May not save a thousand lives
But it might save one
Standing up
Might not change our world over night
But it might change one
You can't know
But you can be kind
You can be good to one another
You might not make a huge difference in everyone's life
You might just make a huge difference for everything in one life
So count all the people in the world who think about suicide
And count how many a little kindness a little caring can help to turn thinking about commiting it to a way to help the cause.
Thank you for reading and as I want all you to do live, be happy, and love one another
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