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 won’t 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 can’t 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 she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re 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 doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t 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 that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re 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 it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re 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 don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re 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 can’t 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 can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s 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 couldn’t save you and he’s 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 you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve 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.
this need to be on everyone’s 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 there’s a lot of people loves you
!!!!!!!
Unpopular opinion time, I dislike points like these. This basically says that other people’s happiness is more important than yours, which it is not, under no circumstances, and I don’t care what purpose the argument serves - if you really believe that people shouldn’t kill themselves ever, you should be quite able to argue for that without inducing a guilt trip. A guilt trip isn’t a logical argument, it’s emotional blackmail. Just because it’s about suicide doesn’t mean you get to be mean.
You’re not even helping. This kind of point will result in a lot of suicidal people feeling guilty for being suicidal, or like they’re bad people wanting to make good people miserable, so congrats, you just made nothing better. What is it with people wanting to stop the crazy choice but never considering that the way they do it makes sick people feel worse? How is this helping anybody? This is just a slapdown – of miserable, depressed people who can barely stand being alive because they already are feeling so guilty and ashamed. It just pounds down the weak. Don’t for one second claim that you care about helping (other) suicidal people if all you do is make them feel bad and invalidated and like their feelings are irrelevant. A person who thinks they are nothing, then reads this post, will feel reassured that they’re right after, because the suicidal person is so unimportant to the text above that their feelings and needs aren’t even featured.
As for the obvious “But it’s all facts!” retort: The argument is also ignorant of the fact that a good portion of people who want to kill themselves are from crappy families and backgrounds full of people who’re not giving a fuck, or otherwise don’t deserve better than be miserable because they played a part in making them miserable enough to get suicidal. Maybe it was their fault. When kids, specifically, gets suicidal, it tends to be somebody’s fault. Not everybody lives in a suburban town that ends on “-ville” next to their many friends, couched in the comforts of Christianity, with a dozen loving parental figures. No, sometimes a lot of people don’t love you. I’m sorry. Make a better case next time.
(so - why you shouldn’t kill yourself? Geez I don’t know, how would I if I’ve never met you, but maybe do keep in mind that there are magic pills that can make you feel normal, and they get better every year and you will very likely have access to them one day if you don’t already; also know that most of the things you find bad about yourself are a matter of perspective in the first place, and you’ll probably get out of current bad situations eventually. I can’t do more for you because life isn’t actually easy enough to be summed up with a bit of rhetoric and a mic drop, and also I have no idea if there is a point to being alive. None of us do. But if you need a lesbian aunt type figure to talk to who doesn’t do either guilt or god, send me a message)
(of course I don’t know the original context of this post, so chances are that’s not even how OP originally meant it, but most of the people who reblogged it, who didn’t have that context either, sure as hell did)
