So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your bestfriends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your bestfriend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organises your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your bestfriend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homo-sexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone.
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272
Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
Your beautiful stay strong.
Okay so this is for you pathetic anon’s who are giving me shit calling me fake and saying im an attention seeker. Im just going to give it to you like this. Hello my names jade lorelle tewhata i was born on the 4th of march 1996 i was a mistake when i was born and as i clearly remember my father got to drunk when i was eight and clearly stated to me that i was. As i remember that is when my deppresion started my parents were hooked on drugs not just marijuana but P my mother explained to me just this year that it was a way to get out of her misreble life with a father that didn’t care about his 3 children. He would hit and abuse his three kids not giving two shits about what they already went through. He stabbed my mother multiple times as i stood there crying and shouting. My mother ran down the road all bloody yelling as my father chased her. Sitting in a corner with my brothers trying to keep them calm. all i remember is my dad in cuffs sent to prison. my dad returned we thought he learnt his lesson but clearly he didn’t this remain for years and years to come. he finally got the point that he needed to quit what he was doing because his family had had enough of his bullshit so he grabbed a rope and as he was going in the wrong direction my brother walked in and stopped him seeing there pain in both of there eyes at the court was horrifying. my dad stopped what he was doing but sometimes still gets the erges to abuse us and he doesn’t hold back my life had been scared. during that duration i had attempted to commit suicide 3 times , but things got worse deppresion and flash back times where i couldn’t sleep at night. People lied to me. people hurt me bullied me teased me. but those are just little things that have happened in my life. The reason for my cutting was love betrayal and losing a best friend also all the above. so before you call me fake fucking think again! I am not attention seeking i am stating a point and hopefully you get why the cuts are there.