Wanna commit suicide? Imagine this.
You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible experience. You were bullied, teased, etc. You go to get your blades, pills, rope, anything. You go get that suicide note that you wrote forever ago. You thought you would never use it. So did everyone else. You cut yourself so deep. The blood won’t stop. You take 5 extra pills. You tie the rope around your neck. You tie it to the ceiling fan. You’re dead. There’s no going back. Your parents get home from work, your siblings home from school. They call your name like a normal day. You don’t answer. Your little brother comes running into your room to show you the painting he made at school today. He’s too young to realize what really happened. Your parents come in there, your mom crying. Your dad trying to wake you up. The next day at school, your death was announced. Your bestfriend goes into the hallway. She can’t cry, it’s too much.. Those popular girls that always made fun of you. They blame themselves. Your crush, who rejected you so many times, finally admits he loves you. He can’t bare the pain. It’s 10 years later.. Your bestfriend attempted suicide twice. Both were fails. Your brother who is finally old enough to understand, goes into deep depression, along with your parents. Your parents got a divorce. Those girls, cry themselves to sleep every night, thinking about how if they hadn’t called you all those things that weren’t true, you would still be here. Your crush met the girl of his dreams.. She really loves him, he really loves her. They will never be anything more than friends because he believes that if you were still here, it would be you and him. Not her and him. People do care.
I did write this, but I got my inspiration from a post I saw on instagram.