I killed myself in December last year that Christmas there were no Christmas trees there was no happy Christmas music playing and there were no family dinners. My friends couldn't keep their heads up they spent hours in their rooms screaming at nothing screaming that they'd do anything for me to come back and I was confused because I thought and I believed that people would be happier without me. 5 months after I died it was April the flowers were blooming the leaves were turning green once again spring was starting but I still hadn't seen my friends or family smile like they had when I was around. I started to think maybe people did love me maybe I was the one that made their lives worth living maybe I was the only one who tried to make that boy in math class smile everyday because I knew what it was like to be able to laugh and now he has no reason to smile. Maybe people did miss me and maybe people really care about me too bad they didn't start showing it until I was gone.
