No one notices you fading. You’re slowly leaving. Your life is nothing or so you think. Your cuts are covered. Your scares slowly fade. You see the light but then it disappears in the black. All the self-hate and depression you have is held in the black. It won’t let you leave. You want out but it keeps dragging you back in. your screams are silent. You are nothing here. Those voices inside your head come from the black. “You’re nothing. You shouldn’t be alive. You’re just a waste of space. All you are is a mistake. You weren’t meant to live.” Those words you hear them every day you start to think they are true. So you cut, you self-harm. Thought of suicide come to your mind. You try to tell your family you’re depressed. They think it’s nothing but you’re slowly dying inside. It becomes too late. You know what you’re doing. Just the pills in your hand are enough to kill if they don’t get to you in time. You take the pills. They go down your throat. You fall then it’s black. The black you have created finally got you. But what happened when they found you dead on the floor in your room. Well your sister came to the house before anyone else. She screams your name. You don’t answer so she came to your room. She sees you and falls to the ground. You’re dead, no pulse and you’re not breathing. She calls mom and dad. They rush home from work. Your dad that big tough guy all your friends are scared of starts to cry. Your mom she has a heart attack. They got you to the hospital. They got your heart beating. Your family visits you every day. You wake up to your niece sleeping in bed besides you. You smile and your sister cries. She’s so happy you’re awake. Your friends well some started to cut while you were gone. Some didn’t eat. And others wanted to die. Your death impacts so many people. Even some people you don’t even know. You always had a smile on your face. People never knew you had such dark thoughts. Your family is closer. But you still cut your skin. The black never leaves. You still want to die but you don’t think of killing yourself though. You saw the impact of your death to people around you. You feel guilty for what you did because that heart attack your mom had killed her. You feel so upset. You want to go back and change it but you can’t so every month you go to see your mom. Everything changes when someone takes their last breathe.
(A/N) Suicide is never an answer. Self-harm is a problem for some. Please if you are thinking of suicide think of the people around you they care about you. People will help you. All you need is to find that one person you can trust. So many lives are lost to suicide each year and no one notices. Those kids who killed themselves could’ve been going through the same things you are. But no one needs to die anymore. People need to understand what they do. All we are as humans are animals or monsters. We need to make others feel bad but if you want to hurt someone to where they cry themselves to sleep then you are a pathetic excuse of a human being. I just hope that this can help some people realize that they matter. If anyone needs someone to talk to you can message me. I will listen I will try to help. I just think that we as species have lost so many people cause of the way we are. I will always be here to listen and help anyone that I can. Thank you for still being alive even though you might want to die.
