Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this:
You come home from school one day.
You've had yet another horrible day.
You're just ready to give up.
So you go to your room, close your door, and take out that suicide note that you have written and rewritten, over, and over and over again.
You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time.
You take that bottle of pills, and take them all.
Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready.
You don't answer, so he walks in.
All he sees is you laying on your bed and thinks your sleeping.
He tell your mom this.
Your mom goes to your room to wake you up.
She notices something is odd.
She grads the paper in your hands and reads it.
Sobbing, she try's to wake you up.
She screamers your name.
Your brother, so confused, runs to tell dad that "mommy is crying and sis won't wake up."
Your dad runs to your room.
He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body.
It hits him, what's going on, and he screams.
He screams and throws something to the wall.
And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry.
Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there holding each other while crying.
The next day at school, there's an announcement.
The principal tells everyone about your suicide.
It takes a few seconds for it to sink it, once it does, everyone goes silent.
Everyone blames themselves.
The teachers think they were to hard on you.
The mean popular girls, they think of everything they have said to you.
That boy that used to tease you and calls you names, he can't help but hate himself for not talking to you and telling you how beautiful you really are.
Your ex boyfriend, the one who you told everything to, that broke up with you....he can't handle it.
He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school.
Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never of seen that anything was wrong, wishing they could of helped you before it was too late.
And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it.
She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get this bad.
Bad enough for you to end it.
She can't cry. She can't feel anything.
She stands up, walks out of the class room and just sinks down onto the floor.
Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out.
It's just a few days later at your funeral.
The whole town came.
Everyone knew you, the girl with the bright smile and the bubbly personality.
That one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on.
Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there was a lot.
Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know how you killed yourself, he's too young.
Your parents just said you died.
It hurts him a lot.
You were his big sister, you were always supposed to be there for him.
Your best friend, she stayed strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket in the ground, she loses it.
She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days.
It's two years later.
Everyone in the school talks to a therapist or a councilor at lest once a week.
Your teachers all quit there jods.
Those mean girls all have eating disorders now.
That boy who used to tease you, cuts himself now.
Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls.
Your friend all go to depression.
Your best friend?
She tried to kill herself.
She didn't succeed like you did.
But she tried..
Your brother.... He finally found out the truth about your death.
He self harms, he cries at night, he's doing exactly the same as you did for years leading up to your suicide.
Your parents?
Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death.
Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day.
People care.
You may not think so but they do.
Your choices don't just effect you.
They effect everyone.
Don't end your life.
You so much to live for.
Things can't just better if you give up.
I'm here for absolutely ANYONE who needs to talk, no matter who you are.
Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you.
Don't make a permanent decision for a temporary problem.....
