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Jostain syystä mä aloin uskoon tunteisiin,
vaik me tuskin edes tunnettiin
ja mulle se tunne oli niin uutta.
Mä aloin lyhyes ajas pitään susta niin paljon,
etten mä voinu enää mitää
ku ainoo mitä ajattelin niin olit sinä.
Joka päivä mä ajattelin sua vaan,
nää ajatukset sai mut pikku hiljaa huomaa,
etten mä enää vaan pitäny susta, vaan
paljo enemmän ku kestään muusta.
Kukaan ei koskaan saanu mua tunteen näin,
aina ajattelin ettei mulle kävis näin.

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. YouÂ’ve had yet another horrible day. YouÂ’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note youÂ’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You donÂ’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks youÂ’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. SheÂ’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy wonÂ’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, whatÂ’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, thereÂ’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things theyÂ’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he canÂ’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He canÂ’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? TheyÂ’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? SheÂ’s in shock. She canÂ’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that badÂ… Bad enough for you to end it. She canÂ’t cry, she canÂ’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. ItÂ’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. EveryoneÂ’s crying, your little brother still doesnÂ’t know you killed yourself, heÂ’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesnÂ’t stop for days. ItÂ’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesnÂ’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didnÂ’t succeed like you did, but she triedÂ…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices donÂ’t just effect you. They effect everyone. DonÂ’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things canÂ’t get better if you give up. IÂ’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if weÂ’ve NEVER talked before, IÂ’m here for you. ♥ Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care!

06.04.2012 23:15 <Muujuhaa> moi oot tosi kaunis? oletkos kova ottamaan aineita tai alkoholia? mä juon usein:) nytkin olutta:) mitäs harrastat?