# SuicideAwareness# God is love let no devil deceive you. I care
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from
school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re
just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the
door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and
rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor
blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of
pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to
your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few
hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come
tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All
he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re
asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your
room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She
grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she
tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your
brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is
crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your
room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to
her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him,
what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws
something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he
starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit
there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school,
there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone
about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in,
and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames
themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you.
Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things
they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and
call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never
telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend,
the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you..
He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and
runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too,
wondering how they could never see that anything was
wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was
too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t
believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she
never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to
end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands
up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor.
Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few
days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone
knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly
personality. The one that was always there for them, the
shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good
memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s
crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed
yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It
hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed
to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays
strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start
lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She
cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years
later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls
have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you
cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love
anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all
go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill
herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your
brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He
self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did
for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their
marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to
distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed
with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care.
You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just
effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you
have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give
up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no
matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m
here for you. Let's talk, you can call or chat me up on this number +2348131274575 God loves you and wants you to enjoy life.
school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re
just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the
door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and
rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor
blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of
pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to
your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few
hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come
tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All
he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re
asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your
room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She
grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she
tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your
brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is
crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your
room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to
her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him,
what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws
something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he
starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit
there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school,
there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone
about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in,
and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames
themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you.
Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things
they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and
call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never
telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend,
the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you..
He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and
runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too,
wondering how they could never see that anything was
wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was
too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t
believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she
never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to
end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands
up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor.
Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few
days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone
knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly
personality. The one that was always there for them, the
shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good
memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s
crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed
yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It
hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed
to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays
strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start
lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She
cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years
later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls
have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you
cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love
anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all
go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill
herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your
brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He
self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did
for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their
marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to
distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed
with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care.
You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just
effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you
have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give
up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no
matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m
here for you. Let's talk, you can call or chat me up on this number +2348131274575 God loves you and wants you to enjoy life.
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