So You Wanna Die?

Be a Fighter

So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning only to find a dead body. They'll try their hardest to not think negative, to just think you're fooling around. Then they'll start shaking you. Why aren't you breathing? They'll be broken. Tears. More tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? Pain. More tears. Every night. Every day. Every second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your best friends? They're not going to care right? No. What's the first thing that will go through their head when your principal comes in and tells them you're not alive? While your best friend sits in tears, the girl you always smiled at but never talked to? She's now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He'll be shocked, devastated. He'll blame himself. What about your teacher? She'll question if you did it because she didn't make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organizes your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers in school? They'll feel regret. They'll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself, you'll never know what happens tomorrow. You'll never know because you'll be dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your best friend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one cared. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone is thinking about you right now. And right now, I'm thinking about anyone who has thought about or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter of your race, sexuality, religion, looks, or size. 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 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. Be a fighter!