Worth the read .

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 the

door, and take out that suicide note you’ve

written and rewritten over and over and

over. You take out those razor blades, and

cut for the very last time. You grab 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, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells

your mom this. Your mom goes to your

room to wake you up. She notices something

is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand

and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you

up. She’s screaming your name. Your

brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad

that “Mommy is crying and sissy 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 at 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, 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 in, and once it does, everyone

goes silent. Everyone blames themselves.

Your teachers think they were too hard on

you. Those mean popular girls, they think of

all the things they’ve said to you. That boy

that used to tease you and call you names,

he can’t help but hate himself for never

telling you how beautiful you really are. Your

ex boyfriend, the one that 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 see that anything was

wrong, wishing they could have 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 that bad… Bad enough

for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t

feel anything. She stands up, walks out of

the classroom, and just sinks to the floor.

Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out.

It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The

whole town came. Everyone knew you, that

girl with the bright smile and bubbly

personality. The 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 were a lot.

Everyone’s crying, your little brother still

doesn’t know 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 supposed to always be there for him.

Your best friend, she stays strong throughthe entire service, but as soon as they start

lowering your casket into the ground, she

just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t

stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole

school talks to a counselor/therapist at least

once a week. Your teachers all quit their job.

Those mean girls have eating disorders now.

That boy that used to tease you cuts himself.

Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love

anymore and just sleeps around with girls.

Your friends all go into 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 does exactly what you did for years

leading up to your suicide. Your parents?

Their marriage fell apart. 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

have so much to live for. Things can’t get

better if you give up. I’m here anyone that needs to talk, no matter who

you are. anyone that needs to talk, no matter who

you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before,

I’m here for you.