Mostly Depressing Poetry

To Everyone

Warning! Self harm and Suicide ahead!

"Hello everyone, and welcome to my live stream.

I just want to say a few things, get them off my chest.

You guys are amazing, I couldn't ask for better friends.

And please, don't be sad when I put this bullet through my head."

Many people reported the stream. She knew they would.

I guess I'll just have to make this quick and say what I need to say...

"You guys won't actually see me die.. But I wanted to tell you why...

I've been suicidal ever since I was nine.

People hated the way I look,

Hated the way I talked,

Hated everything about me.

So I started believing it too."

The girl, now in tears, let out a small sigh as she looked back into the camera.

"What I want to say to everyone is...

Please... If you see someone excluded or bullied...

Don't hesitate to talk to them.

Cause other wise they might end up like me."

She picked up the gun on her desk.

Many comments were telling her to stop.

She didn't even notice,

She was too focused on the hateful comments.

"This birch really finna kill herself."

"Rot in hell"

"Finally, she's doing something right!"

She loaded the gun with bullets.

"Everyone, please just take my death as a sign.

This is what happens to people everyday...

Don't make them suffer.

My last words to you guys...

I love you all,

Goodbye."

She ended the stream, comments still flowing.

Many were worried, but she paid no mind.

She typed in the comments one last time.

"Don't be a bully. Include everyone, goodbye."

Her finger not enter, and she watched as reply after reply filled her screen.

She closed her eyes,

Pulled the trigger,

And fell limp.

10 minutes later police and an ambulance show up.

Someone had actually figured out where she lives ed, and called for help.

The medics check her pulse, knowing well beforehand that she was gone.

The officer shook his head, looking towards the computer screen.

So many comments telling her they cared.

One caught the officers eye.

"Guys, there's a comment here from someone claiming to be her mother.

" Babygirl, please don't do this.

We care so much.

Don't make me go through this.

Please answer my calls... "

The officer found the girl's phone a few feet away.

49 missed calls from her mother.

17 texts.

The officer sighed as he hit the dial button.

"Hello? This is officer Samuel."

Before he could continue, her mom burst out crying.

"My baby girl is gone, isn't she?"

She didn't have to do it...

But she felt she didn't belong.

But she wanted this to be a lesson...

To always include everyone.

A/N- I honestly dunno what I was thinking... But I kinda wanted a story based poem. So you get this girl who streams on something like YouTube or something, and she doesn't realize how much people actually care because she only seems to focus on the hate.