So, you wanna kill yourself, huh. What… things are not going right for you? Are you just realizing that you are not perfect? That you are fallible like the rest of us? I can understand the darkness of life that may cause you to want it all to be over. But to actually put a gun to your head and pull the trigger; to stand on a chair with a telephone cord around your neck; to stick a knife in your stomach… now you’re going too damn far!
Lemme ask you something: Who do you think you are? I mean really. Do you think you are too good to fail? So what you got yourself in a financial mess. So what you wrecked somebody’s marriage. So what you are letting your family down. So what you are being exposed as a ho. So what you are a disgrace to the human race. So what your baby mama won’t let you see your child. So what I broke up with you. (Note… I’m good, but I ain’t worth all that!) So what you robbed a bank. Big friggin’ deal! You ain’t perfect. You are supposed to make mistakes. We are a human… that’s what we do. Now, some mistakes, you don’t have to make. But if you do make them, just suffer the consequences like the rest of us. But how dare you punish us with your death!
Don’t you know your life is not your own? It belongs to the people who love you! It belongs to your mother, your father, your children. It belongs to the people that will wonder ‘why’ for the rest of their lives. It belongs to the people who will never really be happy again. And it’s all because of you. You selfish bastard!
Mad? Yes, I’m mad. I’m mad at all the daddy’s girls and mama’s boys whose parents will walk around with emptiness in their hearts for the rest of their lives. Who left their children to wonder what they did wrong. Who left their husbands or wives to raise their children alone. Who insulted me by not coming to me and asking me for help. Was I that horrible of a friend? Do I deserve to live without you for the rest of my life?
And what about the unlucky sole who finds you? The person who walks upon your dangling body? What about the smell of death that will forever be stuck in their nostrils? What about the image of your brain matter being splattered all over the floor? Why are you forcing them to live with that for the rest of their lives? You gotta be a special kind of selfish to inflict that kind of pain on the people who love you.
You really are piece of work, you know that… to even think about climbing on that chair with a scarf around your neck. And for what? Because you failed at something? Because you got yourself in a little trouble? Because people expect better of you? Because you should have known better? Well, guess what? You are not the only person to screw up. Newsflash: Everybody screws up! But the only screw up that can’t be undone is suicide. Everything else you can live with.
And another thing… If you go through with this stupid act, just know that I will have NO sympathy for you. I will have sympathy for your family and friends, however. But not for YOU!
So, are you still considering suicide? Well, do me a favor: Get over yourself!
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