What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you wonât and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he canât even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But sheâs never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because sheâll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now thereâs something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but youâre gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesnât leave the house anymore, she canât even get out of bed and sheâs getting thinner and thinner because itâs too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesnât sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and thatâs when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly sheâs screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because theyâre all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her itâs gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, youâre not there to do it, everything is dark now that youâre gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they donât talk to each other anymore, they donât talk to anyone, theyâre all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he canât breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he canât fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, heâs never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldnât save you and heâs never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because youâre gone, and they miss you, and they donât know why you left but it mustâve been their fault and they shouldâve stopped you and they shouldâve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.Â
this need to be on everyoneâs blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life⌠please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
please please PLEASE reblog this
Never forget that thereâs a lot of people loves you
!!!!!!!
this needs to be reblogged again.
!!! STOP SCROLLING !!! i do not care if this doesnât âfitâ your blogs style,, this thing could save lives, like, real ones, so donât even think about not reblogging it and
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I needed this, I needed reassurance that Iâm worth it, and this makes me see the light
Itâs posts like these that stop me in my tracks when I get triggered to actually go through with it. For someone to say âhey you are worth itâ means so much and to remember no how much pain we are in there is always someone out there who cares. I try to remember if I were to actually kill myself (and oh have I tried) I would always leave someone behind because no matter how shitty my parents are and the fact that I only have a few good friends in my circle there is always someone who cares and who would be affected by my act of actually killing myself. I would finally be rid of my pain and suffering but their pain and suffering would begin because of my own actions.
