Does My existance matter

"What exists after Death?", I asked myself, the smell of death had become more and more apparent with each day that had come and gone within one breath. "Whatever it is, it can't be worse than living" I answered myself. I knew however that I had answered that question a few weeks back but something was holding me back. was it him? Could this stranger that forced himself into my life have been the reason why the string my life hung by remained intact? Or was I waiting for the string to snap and plunge me into death's waiting arms? I repeated my answer, this time a little louder so my heart could hear it, "nothing is worse than living."

We get to see the life of someone who is bullied through their eyes.. she takes us on a journey as we experience her pain, laughter,suicidal thoughts and hate.
Yet through all that she remains quiet and shuts the whole world out but little does she know..she is killing herself.