Try try try again
STAY STRONG
Ever tried.
Ever failed
No mater.
Try again.
Fail again.
Fail better.
You’ve heard about cases, you’ve also seen it through history, now I want you to live through it. Focus and start imagining what I’m going to say.
Imagine that you’re sitting in your room; your door is locked, with a pen in your hand and a black piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and tears start falling down your cheeks again. “To my family” your write, “to my friends” you write, umm no, “to society” you write. Finding a way to start your letter, your suicide letter.
You try again, start over, again and again, you don’t know where to begin. There is no one that understands you; no one knows how you feel, or what you are going through. You think you’re alone but you aren’t. Nobody cares about you, nobody cares if you’re alive or not. Here comes night, you slip into bed. “Goodbye” you whisper. You take your last breath and end it all.
Nobody cares, right?
Well you thought wrong.
The next morning, when it’s 6:05 your mother comes and knocks your door. She doesn’t know you can´t hear anymore because you are not there anymore. She knocks a few more times, waiting for you to wake up and open up. There is no answer, there’s no way you can answer, and very mad she goes to her room and takes the key of your room. She comes back, opens it and screams.
She collapses while your dad rushes to your room. Your brothers have already left for school. Your mother with the little bit of energy she has crawls over your dead body, while she cries and screams. Your dad tries to stay strong, but tears fell from his eyes.
Your mother starts blaming herself for all those times she said “no” to you, for all those times she screamed at you, and punished you for stupid things you did.
Your father also stars blaming himself for not being there when you asked for help, for being away from home, or when he missed a soccer match, or a ballet show.
Nobody cares, right?
Ever tried.
Ever failed
No mater.
Try again.
Fail again.
Fail better.
You’ve heard about cases, you’ve also seen it through history, now I want you to live through it. Focus and start imagining what I’m going to say.
Imagine that you’re sitting in your room; your door is locked, with a pen in your hand and a black piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and tears start falling down your cheeks again. “To my family” your write, “to my friends” you write, umm no, “to society” you write. Finding a way to start your letter, your suicide letter.
You try again, start over, again and again, you don’t know where to begin. There is no one that understands you; no one knows how you feel, or what you are going through. You think you’re alone but you aren’t. Nobody cares about you, nobody cares if you’re alive or not. Here comes night, you slip into bed. “Goodbye” you whisper. You take your last breath and end it all.
Nobody cares, right?
Well you thought wrong.
The next morning, when it’s 6:05 your mother comes and knocks your door. She doesn’t know you can´t hear anymore because you are not there anymore. She knocks a few more times, waiting for you to wake up and open up. There is no answer, there’s no way you can answer, and very mad she goes to her room and takes the key of your room. She comes back, opens it and screams.
She collapses while your dad rushes to your room. Your brothers have already left for school. Your mother with the little bit of energy she has crawls over your dead body, while she cries and screams. Your dad tries to stay strong, but tears fell from his eyes.
Your mother starts blaming herself for all those times she said “no” to you, for all those times she screamed at you, and punished you for stupid things you did.
Your father also stars blaming himself for not being there when you asked for help, for being away from home, or when he missed a soccer match, or a ballet show.
Nobody cares, right?