-I hate how I'm still here-
-staring at the stars littering the sky-
-watch how differently they treat us-
-love is possible but it's so hard to find-
-don't trust the voice in your head-
"these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
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"Kill yourself" I won't. "Kill yourself" I won't. The girl blinks nonstop. To stop the tears. The message is being send from multiple phone numbers. All send to her. One after the other. Two by two. She typed back each time. Same words on repeat playing in her out through her hands. And slowly after the 15-16th message. The tear rolls down her eye. And her breath becomes short and sobs begin to break through her eyes. She stops fighting back after a few words are added. "No one wants you". She thinks back to the days. When she was loved. When her mother loved her. When her family cares. When she was cute and skinny. Now she is ugly and fat. But that's what the mirror tells her. She doesn't hear her mother crying at night. She doesn't see the beautiful face she owns. All she sees is a girl who is struggling alone. All she sees is the gun in her hands. And as the phone dings signaling more words of hate. She walks away. The one day her dad doesn't stay up to make sure she sleeps okay. She knows the draw. The draw. "Only get this if you need to protect yourself". Back then she was okay. Was. Now she is broken. And no one is there to help put back the pieces. There it is. Silver bullets. Packed inside. She breaks into a fit of sobs. "Why did I have to be such a failure". She bites her lip as she lifts the weapon. Her chest rises up and down as tears race down her eyes begging for help. "Sister" a quiet voice calls from the door. But she doesn't realise. She didn't hear. Someone cared. The blood tickled to the floor as the crash of her body hit the floor. The phone could be heard in the distance making sounds. Fading out. Just like her life. That once was. **
Guyssuicide is seriousandIbegyoutogetthehelpyouneed, ifyoueverfeellikethisisyouronlyoption, Iamalwaysheretotalkto. Because i knowjustasmallchatwithsomeonewhocaresreallyhelps.
Where to get help: • Lifeline: 0800 543 354 (available 24/7)
