If you are under 18, read this, please.

Suicide, the fuck, the shit, every one is doing it. Just like everyone smoked that weed that your brothers' friends' girlfriends' little cousin brought to the party. Just like you took a sip of that beer you knew would make you sick. If everyone went on a killing spree, would you have bought a gun too?

Story:
You got high, you did some stupid stuff at a party you were at three days ago. That girl beside you that took the longest drag of the thing had tear stains on her jacket. She's a mess and you know what just happened to her out front. Her boyfriend dumped her. You witnessed it, you saw her heart shatter, and you saw her world come crashing down in flames as her peers repeated what her boyfriend just called her right before he left in his hot Mustang. She came barreling to her 'friends' and now she is sitting in this dark room, numb. You leave the party after you are so fucked up. You go home and crash. The next morning you wake up hungover. After you clean up and head to school, you see commotion like Hell in a cell, you want to know what's going on, you go to the guys you got high with and found out that whats-her-face offed herself that night. It hits you. That girl. She's dead and you didn't care enough to be nice and say Hi to her every morning you passed her on your way to your locker. You should have layed that shit head against the wall last week when he pushed her on the ground. You could have been her best friend. You would have been there for her when she needed someone the most. Woulda, shoulda, coulda.

What my point is, is that, suicide is a sin. It's bad, because if you want to know the cold truth: You feel so hurt, your worthless, you feel pain, and you can't breathe. So you take the knife to your wrists, or in my case, inhale the water. BUT WHAT THEN? No, you don't feel pain, then again you don't feel anything. You are stuck in a deep blue fog. You really can't breathe, and it's cold. You hear the voices of your friends, family and lovers outside of the fog but no matter how much you try to find your way, you can never leave that fog. You will hear their agonized voices for eternity knowing YOU were the one who put them through devastation, anger, and sorrow as you had been, only you will never be able to help them.
And even if you miraculously wake up out of that dreaded blue fog, you are in a damp black rectangle 14 feet under, that's even worse than the fog right? Right. The thing is suicide is giving in to your problems, letting them take over you and hurt you far worse then you could ever know, even after you are gone. So why not put up a fight and metophorofically, Beat the bastard who did this to you, meaning figure things out inside. Suicide is not the answer, it will only make your life so much worse than you think it is now.