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You sigh as you come home from school. The bullies have bullied you again,and you can't take it anymore. You go up to your room and lock the door. You take out the razors and your pill bottle and set the needle next to you. You chug down the last 37 pills of medicine you have. You instantly feel awful. Hoping for relief,you stab in 4 doses of herion. Things seem to get better. You find your note you wrote for your parents and your 5-year-old brother as you cling to the last string of life. You rest the note on your counter and put your favorite necklace and dress on. You put out small small tokens for your best of friends. They helped,but not enough. Then you grab your razors. Cutting at your arms,you cut at your string of life. You cut one more time. You lie on your bed,wide awake,as you look at your ceiling. You close your eyes,and drift to an etenal sleep. When you con't show up for dinner,your mom comes up to get you,figuring you are texting again.
Your mom opens the door. She stands there. Then the tear falls down her face. Her baby was gone. She walks over to your bed. She falls onto her knees and puts her head in her hands. Her tears can't stop. She puts her head on your bed sheets,lightly soaked in blood,and cries even harder. Your dad sees you through your door. The rage inside him starts. He leaves the house,and never comes back. Yor mom cries harder. Your father is gone,and so are you. She runs downstairs,weeping harder by the minute. Your brother walks in on you,wondering why mom was crying downstairs. He comes to your bedside. He thinks you are just sleeping. He sees your cuts on your arm. He goes into ths bathroom and grabs his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles band aids and places them over your cuts. He notices the note in your hand. He grabs it,kisses your forehead,says goodnight,and leaves. He gives the note to your mother. She reads it,and cries harder.
It's ten years later. Your funeral is long over,but your mom has never forgotten. Your brother,now a teenager,understands what happened to you. He struggles with depression,along with your mom. Your brother is now a cutter,tracing in your footprints,hoping to be ablle to see you again. He is homeschooled. The times he did go to school,he was bullied by the same peoplebthat bullied you. After your brother left the school,the bullies started thinking. They hurt themselves now because they killed a person. Your best friend wants to take her life because she misses you. Everyone at your old schoo, remembers you. They all walk in silence through the halls on your birthday. No one will ever forget you. Everyone cared. They just wish they had a chance to show it. So before you cut,before tou swallow,before you insert,before you tie the rope necklace,before tou do anything,remember,everyone will care. Everyone DOES care.
However much you are hurt,killing yourself is never the right thing. It's torture for all those who are close to you. I hate to say it........but it's selfish.....don't.
Please.
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• Replyim_johnny You sigh as you come home from school. The bullies have bullied you again,and you can't take it anymore. You go up to your room and lock the door. You take out the razors and your pill bottle and set the needle next to you. You chug down the last 37 pills of medicine you have. You instantly feel awful. Hoping for relief,you stab in 4 doses of herion. Things seem to get better. You find your note you wrote for your parents and your 5-year-old brother as you cling to the last string of life. You rest the note on your counter and put your favorite necklace and dress on. You put out small small tokens for your best of friends. They helped,but not enough. Then you grab your razors. Cutting at your arms,you cut at your string of life. You cut one more time. You lie on your bed,wide awake,as you look at your ceiling. You close your eyes,and drift to an etenal sleep. When you con't show up for dinner,your mom comes up to get you,figuring you are texting again. Your mom opens the door. She stands there. Then the tear falls down her face. Her baby was gone. She walks over to your bed. She falls onto her knees and puts her head in her hands. Her tears can't stop. She puts her head on your bed sheets,lightly soaked in blood,and cries even harder. Your dad sees you through your door. The rage inside him starts. He leaves the house,and never comes back. Yor mom cries harder. Your father is gone,and so are you. She runs downstairs,weeping harder by the minute. Your brother walks in on you,wondering why mom was crying downstairs. He comes to your bedside. He thinks you are just sleeping. He sees your cuts on your arm. He goes into ths bathroom and grabs his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles band aids and places them over your cuts. He notices the note in your hand. He grabs it,kisses your forehead,says goodnight,and leaves. He gives the note to your mother. She reads it,and cries harder. It's ten years later. Your funeral is long over,but your mom has never forgotten. Your brother,now a teenager,understands what happened to you. He struggles with depression,along with your mom. Your brother is now a cutter,tracing in your footprints,hoping to be ablle to see you again. He is homeschooled. The times he did go to school,he was bullied by the same peoplebthat bullied you. After your brother left the school,the bullies started thinking. They hurt themselves now because they killed a person. Your best friend wants to take her life because she misses you. Everyone at your old schoo, remembers you. They all walk in silence through the halls on your birthday. No one will ever forget you. Everyone cared. They just wish they had a chance to show it. So before you cut,before tou swallow,before you insert,before you tie the rope necklace,before tou do anything,remember,everyone will care. Everyone DOES care. However much you are hurt,killing yourself is never the right thing. It's torture for all those who are close to you. I hate to say it........but it's selfish.....don't. Please.
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