1:32; January 18 2019
Principle: "I know it isn't my job, May, but im just trying to help, is it something socially? Maybe having somthing to do with Tom, i suppose?"
May: "No! Mr.Harper CAN I PLEASE GO NOW?"
Principle: "May, its ok to feel sad over a-"
May: "Its that what you think? Is that what you seriously think is wrong with me? That im a average tennage girl saddened by a boy? As if that is all that defines my mental state of mind?
I go to sleep every night and question if its even worth it, is anything even worth it anymore, Im supposed to be a teenager, out making dumb decisions, then regretting it later? But yet I don't see me, going out, being mischievous, and having fun. Instead i burry myself in my bed wondering my importance,and/ or my purpose, then wake up conveying my self that this is it, this is gonna be my last day, and i try to slap a smile on my face for the people i so call friends and can barely manage to do that, because half way through i end up, in the back of a bathroom stall cutting myself anyway.
Im depressed ok, you have no relation to how i feel because depression is like a mental disease that steals all your happiness ... and just when u think you have it back it throws it out the window and stomps on your soul and can care less about scars... Its like falling down a hole that you didnt even know you were falling down and just when u realize and try to get back up, it pulls you back down and ties cinder blocks around your ankles. And you try to find someone who cares and you try to find someone who'll listen, but NO ONE WILL EVER CARE !!! and you can't run, or hide from it cause just when you think you've escaped, it creeps back around the corner just to torchure all over again.
So no! Im not sad, or sprung out over a boy or whatever reason you may think, IM DEPRESSSED, and before you say anything about counsling or therapy its bullshit to me to go to someone who sits there and talks to me like im psychotic. I can never escape. And i can never feel free again. This is just the way i am. I don't see myself walking out those doors one day and thinking what a great job i did making it out of hell. Graduating. And finding a future for myself. I dont see me ever having a smile on my face anymore. All i can vision is that razor and my blood oozing out of my skin and putting me out of misery"
*May wipes tears from face, while leaving Mr. Harper in awe*
May: "Bye, Mr.Harper"
*The next day May never came to school. Nor the day after that. It was later brodcasted on the news that May Hamilton had comitted suicide and was confirmed dead around 2:00 of January 18th. Just 32 minutes after speaking to Mr. Harper. If only one person had cared enough to listen and care we could've spared a life*
BE SOMEONE'S HELP!!!
