Someone in my school killed herself. She went out for a walk and never came home. I didn’t know her personally but I saw her every single day. She was a beautiful girl, with long blond hair and warm brown eyes. She was talented, kind and funny and popular. I thought she was perfect. But she had her own demons, her own hardships and I’ve never felt so guilty in my entire life. I couldn’t talked to her, Could’ve asked how her day went, but I can’t. Not anymore. This is a just a cruel reminder of the world we live in, this SIXTEEN year old girl with a promising future and a life ahead of her And all I can think about is how much pain, how much pain was she in? Coming into school everyday with a bright smile, how exhausted was she?
Please cantact someone if you have to, please. For the heavens above, please.