Someday you are all going to walk into school. And I won’t be there. And you’ll all think I’m sick or something
But then you’ll all be called into an assembly.
The police found my body at my house.
I had committed suicide.
You’ll all think they’re lying, or that I’m in hospital somewhere recovering. But I won’t be. I’ll be gone.
And then you will all go to class. Some of you might be crying, some of you might be sobbing, and some of you might be dazed. Not because you were my friends, but because none of you did shit to stop me.
And you are all going to have to live with the fact that I killed myself.
And that you could have helped me if you really wanted to.
4 comments
What would help you?
Sooo… What you’re saying is that you’ve told everyone in your family, all of your so called friends, teachers, next door neighbors, and the police, “I’m seriously going to kill myself, but I really want you to help and stop me!”
…but ALL of them are ignoring your words?
I call bullshit 😉
The harsh reality is not thinking how bad some will feel when your gone but how some wont care as much as you think they will and be able to brush it off and move on without you easily. They way people work.
Your life is not about what any other person will or wont think or how much they will or wont care. The question is do YOU care that you wouldn’t walk the halls anymore…or see the sun set again…or hear the sound of the breeze through the trees…or feel the cool ground beneath your bare feet…or feel the warmth of the sun on your face…
who cares what anyone else thinks? What do YOU think about the prospect of never experiencing LIFE for another second or another day?
What would stop you? What do you need right now?