Why Complicate Life?
Miss Somebody?.... Call them.
Wanna meet up?.... Invite.
Wanna be understood?.... Explain.
Have questions?.... Ask.
Don't like something?.... Say it.
Like something?.... State it.
Want something?.... Ask for it.
Love something? .... Tell it.
So you want
to kill
yourself?
Because no one cares about you. Your family
hates you. Right?
No.
Think about your parents walking in your room in the
morning to only find a dead body.
You think they won't care?
They will. And they'll try their
hardest to not think negative, and to just think that
you're fooling around.
Then they'll start shaking you. Why aren't you
breathing?
They'll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More
tears than you ever shed.
Was it them? Were they the reason you did
this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More
guilt.
What about your bestfriends? They're
not going to care. Right?
No.
What's the first thing that will go
through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the
class that you're not alive.
While your bestfriend sits there in tears.
That girl that you'd smile at but
never talk to? She's now crying.
The boy who used to kick you under the
table just to annoy you?
He'll be shocked. He'll be devastated. He'll
blame himself.
What about your teacher?
Thoughts crossing her mind. She'll question if you did it because she didn't make
school comfortable enough for you.
Pain. Devastation. All in
one.
Who organises your funeral?
Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes?
Notes?
Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school?
They'll feel regret.
They'll blame themselves.
See, if you
killed yourself
today, you'll never know what might of happened
tomorrow.
You'll never know because
you're dead.
Plain dead. Not breathing. Not
alive. Just
dead.
Your
family hates themselves for it.
Your bestfriend then falls into
depression.
Tears. Tears. More tears than a river.
All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care.
Right?
You are loved. By
many.
Someone right now is thinking of you.
And right now, I'm thinking about anyone who has
thought or is considering suicide.
You are
beautiful.
No matter if you're black, white, gay,
tall, short, overweight or anorexic.
You are beautiful.
You want to kill yourself?
Think about it first. There's no coming back.
And I promise, if you do it, you are not
only hurting yourself, you are hurting many.
You are creating more tears than you led
yourself to.
You are making everyone miserable and
making them all feel guilt and pain.
Never will they feel whole like they used
to when they had you.
You. Are.Beautiful.
And you are never
ever
alone.