You're sitting at your desk, and you know it's time to go.
You've said
that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know,
For sure,
is real.
You're tired, you're just so very tired.
Your parents
pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.
You go to get the
rope, or the knife, or the gun
Or whatever you choose to use because
you're that desperate.
You're ready.
You think of it as some game -- the
first one dead is the one who wins.
No one's home, it's the perfect
time.
You're ready.
If you don't do it, you're gonna look down on
yourself even more forever.
You're just going to hate yourself even
more.
No one knows, no one will know -- until tomorrow that is.
Instead of
getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera out, along with a
chair.
You're standing on the chair.
You decided to go with the rope...
you're gone instantly and there will be no noise.
One side of the rope
is tied to the top of your fan and the other is already around your
neck.
You're in tears, you know it's for real this time.
You turn on the
video camera and just stare at the red light blinking upon your eyes.
You start to mumble out a few words.
"Mom and dad, I'm sorry. I don't
know why I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore."
"Please don't
blame yourself, please. I love you both, and tell my siblings the same.
I'll see you all soon."
You say sorry to your best friend because you
know you won't be there for him anymore when he needs you more than
ever.
You say sorry to everyone you could think of... even yourself.
You're sorry for not being strong anymore.
You're sorry for breaking
down.
You're sorry for putting them through so much pain in their life.
You stare, once again, at the red light blinking upon your eyes.
One
foot is off the chair now as you begin to mouth the word goodbye.
You
have the remote control to turn off the camera in your hand.
You clicked
the off button and as soon as you see that light go off, you go off.
Both feet are now off the chair -- the chair is on the floor... the room
is filled with silence.
You're dead.
You're gone.
There is no going
back.
Everything is over.
You don't have to live in pain anymore... but
everyone else will.
What are your parents going to think?
What about
your little brother, or little sister?
What are they going to do?
You're
gone.
You're dead.
There is no going back.
You ended your life because
the person of your dreams only thinks of you as friends.
You ended your
life because that one teacher was harder on you than anyone else in the
class
Because she knows you're the only one that is going somewhere in
life.
Your parents are home.
They call your name telling you their home,
just like they normally do when they get home
But something's
different.
You don't answer.
They get worried... you always answer.
They
come upstairs thinking your sleeping or showering.
Your mom opens your
bedroom door and screams at the top of her lungs.
She instantly passes
out.
Now your little brother comes up after her.
He screams "DADDY
HELP!"
He runs over to you hitting your leg begging you to wake up.
"WAKE UP, WAKE UP. PLEASE STOP WAKE UP".
But you don't answer, you're
not waking up.
You're gone.
You're dead.
There is no going back.
Your
dad comes running upstairs and all he could do is stare.
He watches his
baby girl swing back and forth on a rope.
He sees the video camera and
he sees the chair.
But he doesn't move.
He's stiff as a board.
He
cries.... Your dad NEVER cries.
He picks up the phone and calls 999.
He
can barely get the words "My daughter committed suicide" out of his
mouth.
Your little sister stares at your dad.
Your dad hangs up and your
little sister jumps into your dad's arms, crying harder than ever.
She's too young to understand completely, but she knows you're gone.
You're gone.
You're dead.
There is no going back.
Everything is over.
The cops
finally arrive.
They push your dad and sister out of your room and sit
them in the living room.
They take your body down off the ropes and lay
you on the stretcher.
They cover your body and out you go... just like
that.
You're gone.
You're dead.
There's no going back.
Nothing is the
same.
Two weeks have passed,
Your mom still stares out the window
more than half of the day.
Your little sister still hasn't returned to
school.
Your dad is forced to go to work so he can pay all the bills for
your wake and funeral.
Eventually, they found the strength to go into
your room.
Your door hasn't been open for months.
The rope is still
laying on the floor and the video camera is still sitting on the table.
They don't even dare to watch the video, it will never be seen.
They
slowly pick up the rope and throw it in the garbage.
Chills run up their
spine, your mom in tears.
They brush off your bed, making it
neat.
Like they used to do every morning after you went to school.
Like they used to do.
Your bed was made and your room was clean.
They shut the door, and it
remained shut.
Your school is still in distress.
You thought no one
cared and you thought no one noticed you.
The girl that said no to being
your lab partner,
She cuts every single night now because she
thinks it's her fault you died.
The boy that tripped you by accident and
didn't say sorry,
He's in suicidal therapy 5 days a week in a
hospital.
Because he feels a smile could of saved your life and he didn't
give that to you.
The teacher that was hard on you that day, she quit
her job.
Because she felt she wasn't suited to teach anymore.
You're
gone.
You're dead.
There's no going back.
4 years have passed.
Your
little sister is now 15 years old.
She started a club in her school
dedicated to you.
"Secrets" is what she calls it.
The club is formed for
kids to speak their hearts, without anyone judging them.
They can say
anything they want to, and talk about anything they needed to.
If they
were suicidal, they always had someone.
That was your problem.
You
didn't want to talk to anyone.
You had everything bottled up inside of
you.
You acted as if you were the happiest kid on the planet and you had
the perfect life.
You played that character so well that even you
started to believe it.
You would be so "happy" and as soon as you layed
in bed at night, the thoughts came back.
A little fight between you and
your parents could have set you off.
But with everything inside of you
bottled up for years, it hit your limits.
You're gone.
You're dead.
There's no going back.
Your room will never be occupied.
Your mom still
cries every single night.
Your dad isn't as strong as he used to be.
Your little sister will never grow up with you by her side moving her in
the right direction.
Your best friend is still torn up.
Your school now
has a club dedicated to you so teens will not make the same mistake you
did.
Your life was precious and you took it away in the blink of an
eye.
All you needed was a smile, that's all you needed.
But since you're
gone, just know people cared.
People always have cared.
You were just
way too upset to see that.
You were just too caught up in the fact that
you thought no one cared.
The truth was, more people cared about
you that you ever thought they would.
Your town will never be the same.
A
girl is gone, a special girl who thought no one cared.
Everyone cared, I
promise you.
They care, they always have cared.
We loved you, and no
matter what, we will still always love you.
Don't do it. You're worth more.
Once it's done, you're done.
You're dead.
There's no going back.
You wouldn't believe it!
ReplyDeleteI just saw this poem.. translated into hebrew.. on a fb page in Israel. I was reading it and then I was like: 'hey, I KNOW this from somwhere!'
So yeah. I'll just freak out about this a little more.