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Anonymous said: im killing myself tonight. bye


I don’t care how long this is, every single person should read this.

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of

you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in

the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to

begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you

don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going

through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive

or not, you mean nothing to nobody. It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you

whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all. No

body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when

it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear

her she doesn’t know you’regone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to

open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams.

She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have

already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to

nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your

hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling

000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’sback. Your mother

blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed

at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself

for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work

for long. Nobody cares, right? 8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school

principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the

students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide.

The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself.The kid that

would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy

 that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming

himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for

forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked,

in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to

before. Still nobody cares about you, right? Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell

them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s

screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw

you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she

told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not

to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his

room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you.

He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the

fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right? It has been over a

month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now.

Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries

everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back

home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the

pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights

it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come

back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied

your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? Your mother finally

decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room

for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say

goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never. It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody

comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re

somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries,

everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t. Still

think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about

you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how

much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the

ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the

wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad

days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going

through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the

tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your

life. Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love

you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears.

Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. If after reading this you still feel suicidal,

there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be

more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers,

parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them.