the morning after I killed myself
the morning after I killed myself I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I poured myself a cup of coffee and enjoyed it while watching the sun rise.
the morning after I killed myself my mother and father laid in bed holding each other through most of the day, even after fighting cancer, my father said he’s never been so sick.
the morning after I killed myself my cats put on a show that would always make us laugh, but no one was up for laughing, not even me.
the morning after I killed myself the little twin boys from across the street came over to play. they’re only 9, my parents didn’t have the heart to tell them.
the morning after I killed myself the birds sang, the wind whistled, and the dogs barked. the sounds I love in the morning, the sounds that comfort me. the sounds I will never hear again.
the morning after I killed myself I realized high school, friends, boyfriends, bullies, social media, work, pain, money, heartbreak, assholes, and everyday annoyances were no reason to end your life. I realized too late.
the morning after I killed myself I enjoyed the simple little things in life. the things you couldn’t imagine living with out but even so you don’t appreciate as much as you should.
the morning after I killed myself I wanted to be alive more than ever.
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