Life is hard. No one ever said it's going to be easy.
I can say I know how u probably feel. "They don't care...Why am I still here...They don't get it...They don't know how I feel...They don't even like me...I'm alone, I'm on my own...Should I just give up...Why am I even trying...Who for"...Everyone gets this feeling. But is that all real? Are you really on your own? Do they really hate you?..

"I never thought it'd be that hard"

What to do now? Everyone hates you...No one cares for you...They don't even know about your problems...you're a cutter...you self'-harm...you starve...But they don't know....

"It's time for me to go"

Really? Is it? You're just gonna end this up? You thought cutting will help..but it doesn't...Pain is still here...and you think that the only way out is, to stop your shity life. I mean, no one actually cares? They don't give a living shit about you, right? But my dear friend, what if I tell you, that you're wrong? Would you believe me?

"You don't know a shit"

Oh but I do, I know. I know you're broken, I know you're giving up, I know you can't stand this anymore, I know they are saying ugly things to you, I know they are threatening you, I know you're having scars all over your body, I know you have a painful story and you don't wanna share it, I know they hurt you...And I also know that you want to end your life.

"You don't even know me"

True! I don't know you. But I know how you feel. So take a little time, and imagine:

  You come home from school. You've had another horrible day. You're giving up. And you know this is the end. So you make your way to your room, you close the door, and you take out that suicide note you've written, and you reread it over and over and over again. you take out the razor, and you cut for the very last time. You grab your pills, and you know this is it. You take a look at your pills. Then you take them all. Now you know there's no way back. You lay down on your bed. You're holding your note in your hands. You close your eyes for the very last time. There's no way back.

A few hours later your brother knocks on your door to tell you, the lunch is ready. You don't answer, so he comes in. All he sees is you, laying on the bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He goes downstairs to tell your mom. She comes to your room to wake you up, but something is odd. She grabes the paper in your hands, and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name, shes crying a river. but you're not answering...your brother, confused as hell, runs to tell that to your dad :"Mom's crying, and sis won't wake up"..your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom,crying, holding the letter to her chest. She's sitting next to your lifeless body. Now it hits him what's going on, and he screams. He screams again, and he throws something at the wall. Then, taking to his knees, he starts to cry. Your parents, both crying, hoping this isn't real, call the police....They know...You're dead, you're gone..And there's no way back.

The next day of school, there is an announcement. The principal tells everybody about your suicide. everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. The boy that used to call you names, he can't help, but he hate himself, for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, and he broke up with you. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying. he runs out of the school. Your friends, the are sobbing, how could they never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could help you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She knew what you were going through, but she couldn't help you. She didn't know it would go that bad..Bad enough for you to end it. She can't believe it. Nor she wants to. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of classroom, and she sinks on the floor. screaming, shaking, blaming herself..the tears come out..

Few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you. The girl with the biggest, brightest smile. The girl with beautiful personality. She was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. But now she's here. Dead, gone...People are talking about good memories they had with you. But everyone's crying. Your little brother? He still don't get it, he's crying a river. it hurts him, a lot. You were his sister, you should always be there for him. Your best friend. She's keeping it inside. She can't cry. But when they lift you into the ground, she loses it. She cries and cries and cries. ....

It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor therapist at least once a week. your teachers, they all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to 'hate' you, he cuts himself. Your ex boyfrind doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends are all depressed. Your best firend? She tries to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried..Your brother? He found out the truth about you. He self-harms, he cries all night. He does exactly what you did for years before committing. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression, and she just lays in bed all day....

And you? You're dead, you're gone, and there's nothing, nothing you can do about it. 

*tears*

Sweetie, you're not alone. People care. You may not think so, but they really do. And your choices don't effect just you. The effect everyone. Don't end your life. You have so many reasons to live for, you just have to find them. And you deserve to live. Things won't get better if you give up. Everything is reachable if you just believe.  You're perfect just the way you are! Trust me babe

You know, storms don't last forever :)