Suicide Anybody?
Hey, guys. So I’ve been doing this project in my drama class where we are putting together a production about bullying for elementary kids. And the whole process has gotten me thinking about people feeling insecure or wanting to commit suicide because of being bullied. And then, the other night I was thinking about all the problems in this world, all the things that make reality so horrible. I wanted to write a story about all those problems, and spread awareness, but I didn’t know how. I started writing a story about suicide which turned into a sort of mock-suicide note. I would like to emphasize that the note has little to no relation to me, but just what I think can bother people in general. I’m not committing suicide or ever planning to. I just wanted to spread the idea and this was the best way I thought I could. I’m posting it on here for two reasons; The first, as I already said, to spread the idea, and two, to see if it makes as much sense to you as it did to me when I wrote it. So, if you’re interested in reading it, view it below the cut. But I will stress that suicide is a serious issue and I didn’t write it to make fun of it, or because I agree with it, but simply because I want it to stop. I wish people didn’t have to feel like that was the their only escape, but for some, it is.
Here it is, the tragic moment you’ve all been waiting for. To press, society, and all those anti-this and anti-that organizations that will find a way to turn me into Exhibit A, this one is for you. To all you pricks who pushed me over the edge, to where mental breakdown is an understatement, fuck you. Some say that I could have been successful with my grades, my beauty, my brains, I had “the world at my fingertips”. Never thought it would turn out like this, huh? In this world, grades don’t matter, beauty is a necessity, not an asset, and brains rot if you don’t use them. It didn’t matter what I had to gain, it mattered where I had been, who I knew, who my family was. I never stood a chance. This is my fate, I know this now. My life was meant for something good, a cause worthy to my soul.
I hope when you find me, you will think of what it’s like being born a lowlife, scum of the earth. Not that you would know, you’ll look down on my tragic tale with the authority of a superior, not with concern or disdain. But maybe, just maybe, I will reach someone, anyone and remind them that they are not alone. You’ll never understand the desire to be perfect, to prove statistics and expectations wrong. To rise above the pack and differentiate from your bloodline. You’ll never understand.
Now it’s the final act, the lights begin to shine as the curtains of life drop around me forever. All I can do is hope you’ll remember that there is no perfect.