You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ anda write at the puncak, atas of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. anda try again, start over ~ again and again, but anda don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone atau at least that’s what anda think. Nobody would care if you’re alive atau not, anda mean nothing to nobody. It’s night, and anda slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ anda whisper into the darkness. And with that, anda take your last breathe and end it all. No body cares, right? Well anda thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know anda can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She knocks a few lebih times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 atau 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had berkata ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent anda to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for anda when anda asked for help, for being away from halaman awal at work for long. Nobody cares, right? 8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks lebih worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The populer girl that always called anda fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat anda like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind anda ~ the one that always threw things at anda during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at anda for forgetting your homework, atau not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right? Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told anda she hated anda and mencuri your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw anda as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets halaman awal ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right? It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for anda to come back. Everyday she waits for anda to come back home. The populer girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for anda to come back. The boy who would always bother anda dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never. It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but anda don’t, and anda won’t. Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t tampil it, they care about you, they cinta you. If anda kill yourself today atau any other hari anda won’t know just how much anda meant to people. If anda kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know anda for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. anda might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, atau on your life. Take a menit now, and think. If anda killed yourself ~ how would the people that cinta anda feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and lebih tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. If after membaca this anda still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for anda whenever anda need me, and I’ll be lebih than happy to listen to anda and try to help anda feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for anda whenever anda need them.
A family friends 1 yr old son,Trent died a bulan yang lalu because of teens,here's his painful story:Trent was at his granpa's house& he told his brother,Jake he wanted to see his"Pa-Pa Nate".Jake showed him where his pa-pa was & on his way there,some neighborhood teens picked up Trent& threw the 1 yr old in the pool!He didn't even know how to swim.The boys ran back to their yard to make it look like an accidant.No one saw atau heard Trent cry for help.Later that day,his Grandma found him dead because he drowned.
You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ anda write at the puncak, atas of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. anda try again, start over ~ again and again, but anda don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone atau at least that’s what anda think. Nobody would care if you’re alive atau not, anda mean nothing to nobody. It’s night, and anda slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ anda whisper into the darkness. And with that, anda take your last breathe and end it all. No body cares, right? Well anda thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know anda can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She knocks a few lebih times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 atau 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had berkata ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent anda to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for anda when anda asked for help, for being away from halaman awal at work for long. Nobody cares, right? 8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks lebih worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The populer girl that always called anda fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat anda like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind anda ~ the one that always threw things at anda during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at anda for forgetting your homework, atau not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right? Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told anda she hated anda and mencuri your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw anda as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets halaman awal ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right? It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for anda to come back. Everyday she waits for anda to come back home. The populer girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for anda to come back. The boy who would always bother anda dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never. It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but anda don’t, and anda won’t. Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t tampil it, they care about you, they cinta you. If anda kill yourself today atau any other hari anda won’t know just how much anda meant to people. If anda kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know anda for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. anda might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, atau on your life. Take a menit now, and think. If anda killed yourself ~ how would the people that cinta anda feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and lebih tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. If after membaca this anda still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for anda whenever anda need me, and I’ll be lebih than happy to listen to anda and try to help anda feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for anda whenever anda need them.
Before I start my story I'd like to thank my 4th grade P.E. teacher,Coach Eric Howard,if u wouldn't have told ur classes the story when somebody bullied somebody else,i wouldn't be able to share it with concerend others.here it goes:One day,in Rural New Orleans,was a little 8 tahun old(name unknown).He was bullied every hari at school,so one day,that little 8 tahun old boy hung him self in the boy's bathroom.his last words were:"God all mighty please make me a spot in haven so i don't have to go through life like this."
My friend,Mary was new to America,& this is her story.Mary was an immigrant from Mexico& was at least 13.After she learned english she always told me how she hated America,& how many people made fun of her hertitage.She berkata her parents wanted to die,"Do anda feel the same Mary?"I'd ask her."Sometimes she answer back.One day,I went to her house& she seemed gloomier than ever.I sorta cheered her up& then we went to play in the basement,like always."Can anda go get some punch?"She asked me.So I went to go get some punch,but there was none.I decide just to make some.When I returned,Mary had hung herself with a sabuk hooked to her the metal seeling bar.She was pronnounced dead at 5:57 PM.Today,I still feel like it's my fault cuz I left her.