I found this website called wattpad. Its a website where thousands of people write their own stories and all the people who have accounts are suicidal, emo or gay. So one day I met this boy named Asher. We started talking every second if everyday. Pretty soon I fell in love with Ash, but the problem was he was taken. His boyfriend had been cheating on him for months and he barely found out recently.
Asher meant the world to me. On my birthday I was planning to admit to him that I loved him more than I loved myself, but Ibrecieved news before i could.
His best friend Sam had told me that he had committed suicide earlier that day.
We hadnt talked for two weeks before my birthday because I was goinf through some things and I wasnt able to talk to him.
When I recieved the news I couldnt help but think..this is my fault. Hes dead because  of me. If I was there for him maybe he wouldnt have done it.
I cried for weeks and my depression had increased  by a thousand. Asher was the only person I believed who cared about me, who loved me. And now hes dead and its all my fault. Im alone in this world again and I’m slowly falling apart because of it. Im literally going mad with my catatonic schizophrenia, and my bipolar disorder. Everything has been increasing since  he left me.
Im dying slowly and I cant wait to join him.
2 comments
it wasnt ur fault u were a good friend to him wen u could b dont let urself forget that good friends r hard to come by n i dont kno ur friend or wat he was like but im sure if he could he would tell u how valuable u were and how grateful he was to no u
well if you do kill yourself I hope you meet him again…