No, this is not my suicide note to be my last plea to the world before I kill myself, it is an actual note about suicide. To those of you who want to end your lives, dont. People love you. I know you dont believe me, but its true. If you think you cant handle the pain, theres people out there who feel worse. Their pain burns, throbs and stings. They suffer disease, mental illness, etc. They dont commit the “ultimate sin”. To speak of which, I consider suicide to be murder. You are still taking a life away- your own. It will effect people more than you think, I guarantee that. Those who did you wrong will feel guilt, they cant help it. Were human, its hard-wired into our brains. Those who dont, theyre not worth your time. You think the world is going to end because your boyfriend doesnt love you? Think again. You never “loved” him. It was either a first love, or a blind fall. Your first love always hurts the most, and most of us arent lucky enough to fall the very first time. I may not know you personally, but if he really “loved” you, he wouldnt push you to such extremes. And if you really “loved” him, you wouldnt kill yourself. Why take away something that he supposedly loves so dearly? Your family will care, wether or not they treat you justly, only the ill and manic wont grieve for their child. Your peers will. Those you spend time around often enough, will feel guilt. Everything on earth leaves an impression, as do you. At the same time, would you rather just be another statistic? Another number in the number of growing adolescents who commit suicide. You may say you are weak, that the pain is too strong, but you are strong, to be able to pull through that. I understand, the feeling of blackness, the moments where you dont want to feel, you just want to stop, to wish you were never born, so that way no one suffers, but that cant happen. You dont want to feel the sadness, that grips at your mind, the moments where you want to cry but you cant, because every tear that rolls down your cheek feels like acid. It burns. You cut to relieve the pain, the anger. You think that if you take your anger out on yourself, it hurts no one right? Wrong. Youll have to worry about hiding your scars. About people seeing. Youll just cut where no one can see you right? Wrong. What about dressing out in PE? Or getting a physical at the doctors? How will you explain that? With some stupid, weak excuse. So you wont dress out right? Wrong. The fact that your willing to fail PE because you need the rush of relief, is just pathetic. Youll cover it with make up? What if your a boy? Have no access to make up? Or dont have a clue how to use it? You want to die, end the pain in your selfish life. You feel like you give and dont recieve. Youre wrong. We give, we take, its a natural part of society. You want to fade into the blackness, to no longer feel, just be a blank memory, to escape from all feelings, pain, joy and otherwise, just to escape from the world. Escape to a dreamless sleep. I know how you feel. Ive been there before, and must have seen it a thousand times. You ARE loved. Know that others have been there before, and others have felt worse. There’s always someone out there who has it worse than you, suffering, but continues to carry on. Think about them. You ARE beautiful. I know how the self-conciousness, and the insecurities eat away at you, making you feel scared, and obsolete. Ive been there too. Just know that you re not alone, and that cutting, burning and whatever it may be that your doing, isnt the answer. That suicide isnt an answer, it rids you of your problems, but places new ones on another. And if you know how horrible it feels, how sick the pain burns, then why would you wish such pain on another person? The act of suicide isnt noble, it isnt pathetic, but it is something you dont need to do. Know that theres someone feeling worse, and others share your pain. I never believed that it would get better, that I was forever alone, but youre not. I thought that I would never feel better, but I eventually did. I thought that these were false stories, to make us feel better, to make us conform to society, but theyre not. Theyre real, and it took me a very long time to realize this, but its true. Im here for you, our experiences may be different, but no matter what, Ill be there. I may not know you, but I reach out to you, as impersonal and generalized as this post is, know that you are not alone, that everyone suffers, grieves and feels pain. We only have one chance at life, so why end it early? You may suffer, but why not live to tell the tale? <3