Hey, you. Read this.

Read This Please.

Hi, my name is Skylark, but you wouldn't know, because you just committed suicide. Stop. I know you hear this shit a ton, but you're worth a lot. I bet 90% of the reason you committed is because of fuckhead teenagers. Tune it out. I know, it's hard, but it's possible. I bet that if you just hung in there for a little longer, you'd come across someone like me. Someone who cares about you. I don't give a shit if I don't know you, it only matters that someone cares. If you committed because you hate yourself, feel or was told you're fat, anorexic, a whore, or even if you really fucked up, you shouldn't have committed, because everything can be fixed. All you need is one person to believe in you. To believe that you are alone is ridiculous. It's actually pretty damn selfish to commit suicide, because whether you notice it or not, people fucking notice you. Your presence. For someone to suddenly notice your absence is seriously heartbreaking. There they are, sitting in awkward silence breathing in the thin air around the empty space where you should be walking. But hey, i'm just a suicide telling another suicide that suicide isn't the answer. So let's back up to 10 minutes ago. Put down the pills, the blade, the rope, and the gun. Back away from the bridge. Get off the train tracks. Stand on the sidewalk, not the middle of the highway. So, let's try this again. Hi, my name is Skylark. Are you feeling okay?