You can tell me your whole story below, explain why you’re not happy, why you are happy, anything.
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.
My boyfriend is talking to me about the girl he cheated on me with.. And how he kissed her. I’m done.
Alright, so I’m not suicidal. I have cut, but they’re just scars now. This past year has been horrible. From family problems, to relationship problems. My boyfriend cheated on me, but we’re still together. He really is amazing. I wish I didn’t love him. We have been dating for 7 months, almost 8. The girl he cheated on me with doesn’t like me, but just because I told her to back off.. I had a reason to.. Right? Well, she hates that she’s the second option.. But she doesn’t know how it feels to know that there even isÂ a second choice. I got taken away from my mom, along with my other 3 siblings. I am currently living with my half brother and his mom and her husband. We have the same dad, but we don’t know where he is. That family treats me greatly. My mom was in jail for awhile, but it seems like she’s getting better, learning from her mistakes. I see her a lot more than I did last year, which is great. I barely even talk to my younger brother and sister. My older sister is like my bestfriend. Last year school year, I was somewhat popular. My life was great. Then everything with my mom, and I moved. I switched schools. I’m starting to really not like a lotÂ of people. Where as last year, I loved everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t the prettiest girl, or the skinniest. I’m still not.. at all. In fact, every night, I cry myself to sleep cause of my insecurities. I do believe every girl is beautiful, but somehow it’s different for me. I don’t know why I can’t seem to like myself.