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…more than your pride

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Why so cute lil girl? <3

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Why oh why?

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This picture makes me cry so much.

What about the person that has to find your body, surrounded by blood?
What about the terror and pain that they’ll have to remember for the rest of their lives?
What about them having to feel guilty for being “too late” every day of their lives?
What about them holding your body and screaming in agony as they can’t even get the strength to leave you to get a phone to call for help?
What about the depression that you’ll leave them in?
What about them having to walk away, their clothes soaked in your blood and their tears?
What about them yelling at your paralytic body “Please live! I love you! I need you! Please.”?
What about all the tears you’ll cause people that you aren’t even aware of?

What the fuck about them?

Life is so fragile, and we fight for it every day —even against our own hands.
When you kill yourself, you’re also becoming a muderer.
You’re killing pieces of the people who love you.
You’re tearing holes into their hearts that can’t even seal with time.

So what about them?

What about us? What about the severely depressed? What about the people who’s lives just aren’t worth it anymore? They’re not selfish. They’re desperate for relief.

I’m sick of seeing and hearing people calling people who have attempted or succeeded in killing themselves weak and that they are cowards. Imagine what was going through that person’s head. How shitty must life be in order for one to think ‘I’m out. I can’t do this anymore’?

Suicide is devastating, but imagine the hell the person was living in. Imagine how every day was a struggle to not give up. To push forward and keep on moving.

So when you say ‘What about the people who loved them?’, also think to yourself ‘what was going through their head. What made them so desperate to escape that they did this?’

You can’t put yourself in the mind of a severely depressed person unless you’ve been there.

And for anyone that is thinking they were too late, stop and think for a moment. You had all the time to notice, to take in the little signs, to do a whole lot before this happened. There is selfishness to both parts, but I don’t care what you say. The victim is always right for a reason or another. The very reasons that led them to it. 

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Mistake:)