Please read. It's worth
it.
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’s back. 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.