SuicideWanna 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 y
SuicidalWhat if I died?Would you even cry?Would you even care?Would you even notice me not being there?Would you grieve over my death?I mean really grieve?Would you even miss me being "the boss"?Would you really mourn my loss?You see, I doubt you would.Because we never really were tight.We'd bicker, yell, scream, and fight.I never told you that I needed you.I thought no one cared.No one ever said "I love you."I thought no one was ever there.Or would you be embarassed?Be ashamed that we were friends?Would you be afraid to walk in the hallways?For fear of hearing or being asked that question"The one that killed herself, was that your friend?"What would you say? I wonder.It doesn't matter though.I don't know if you need meor ever even needed me.All I know is that I needed you, need you, andwill need you.I'm telling you "I love you."Because by tommorrow,I won't be with you.
suicidaldont want to dieso much as Ijust cant finda good reasonto live