Suicide

You think no one cares?

So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No.

Your parents walking into your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They'll try their hardest to push out the negative thoughts, and just think that you're fooling around. Them 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 reason you did this?

More tears. Pain.

Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day.

Guilt. More guilt.

What about your best friends? They're not going to care, right? Wrong. What's the first thing that will go through their mind when the principal comes in and tells the class that you're not alive. While your best friend sits there in tears.

That girl that you'd smile at..... But never talk to? She's crying now.

That 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.

The person who used to bully and nag at you every day. They'll be hurt. They'll cry. They'll blame themselves.

What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She'll question if you did it because because she didn't make school comfortable enough for you.

Pain. Devastation. All in one.

Who organizes your funeral? Who has to go through all your stuff? Clothes? Notes?

Those few older kids 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 happen tomorrow. You'll never know because you're dead.

Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead.

Your family hates themselves for it. Your best friend 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 what if you're black, white, homo-sexual, straight, short, tall, overweight. anorexic, anything. You are beautiful.

You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There's absolutely 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 alone.

Do you still think no one cares?

Stay Strong, <3