REMEMBERED
How would I be remembered?
A victim of the growing epidemic?
A coward of reality?
A slave to my thoughts?
A weakling against life?
A hero to others who are broken?
I didn't care if I was a hero, a coward, a victim.
I just wanted to be a sign that things need to change.
That everything is not okay.
That people are broken.
That they need to look deeper.
Some people may think that I did this for attention. As a cry for help.
But no. This was my reaction to my cries for help being ignored.
For attention not to be put on me and what I did,
But on why I did it.
Because, does anyone ever think;
Why?
I did.
A lot.
For a long time.
Why?
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RandomEveryone has thoughts. These are my final ones. ••• WARNING: This story contains mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Neither are meant to offend anyone. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, this story may not be for you. Also, please...