It seems like every one wants to kill them self now.
It's turned into a fashion trend,
It's like getting a pair of skinny jeans.
Only Jeans can't hurt people.
No matter how bad you think your life is, no matter who hates you, no matter how you don't fit in, someone cares. Some one will miss you.
I wanted to kill my self over a year ago.
I had been depressed since October of 2006.
I went to school one day after winter break and something just snapped.
I told all my friends I was going to kill my self.
I got a hug from one of my, then, closest friends.
He started to cry and he told me not to.
I told one girl in my class and she told the teacher.
I was sent to the councilors office where they called my Mom.
I could hear her crying on the phone.
The point is, People cared.
My friends, My Mom, The people I thought hated me.
Some one will care.
And If you don't think any one will miss you, You will miss you.
Your going to miss the sun, The moon, The rain, The wind. The beach, The snow. Music. You will always miss music. You will miss some one. Weather it's a person you know, or you're hero. You'll miss fighting and making up, Your gonna miss waking up and feeling like you're OK.
That's the best feeling in the world.
You wake up and everything is OK,
The sun is shining, even though you have only seen darkness for months.
You smile at the little things and you hug some one. [Even if they don't want it]
You will fall back in love with your favorite band,
You will laugh.
I swear you will laugh.
Please, before you kill yourself, think about this.
I know I mean nothing to you guys, But you mean so much to so many people.
Think before you end it all.
Why do people try to kill them selfs?
July 3rd, 2008 at 07:43am