What a tragic end to a beautiful person. 

In a silent fog.

It is the final act of choice. 

The final breath. 

The final closing of their eyes. 

We all wonder what their final thought was.

It breaks my heart. 

To know how often this occus. 

To know how easy it is to get there.

To how hard it is to change your mind. 

To know that your family is left, your sister, your teacher, 

your friends, your future family. 

God weeps for you. 

For them. 

You are a precious child. 

Of his. 

His heart breaks when want to  you take your life away. 

No one is happy you are dead. 

Not even you. 

Trust me. 

I have seen it too often in my young life. 

I have seen too much sadness, 

Too much heartbreak, 

Too many hidden tears. 

Too much pain. 

Too many routine texts and lifeless eyes. 

To know your worth. 

To know everyone will miss you. 

To know I'm greiving that you are gone. 

To see your parents that never heal. 

To see your sister that clenches your shirt just to

feel close to you. 

Your father that blames himself. 

And your mother

That looks in your grave, at your youthful

bare face. 

To know you are gone. 

You won't wake up. 

You will not return. 

And all you wanted 

was the suffering to 

end.

Your pain to end. 

And it appears like it never will. 

It seems all is lost. 

It seems you are dead while you are alive. 

That you are weak and you can't go on. 

That you are meant to suffer. 

It's not. 

Promise. 

I have been there. 

I wrapped a belt aroudn my own neck and begged God 

To take me. 

I cried. 

I gasped for air. 

But I was saved. 

My cousin called me and saved my life. 

She saved my life. 

I knew that was by God she saved me. 

I have been in that moment

on the ground 

isolated

beaten 

defeated

miserable

aching 

and dark. 

Deciding that I can't do it. 

That I live in hell. 

To think God was punishing me

To think my friends don't know, and

my family doesn't care. 

I can finally be free. 

That people will care once I'm 

gone. 

That knife

Belt. 

Busy road. 

Cliff. 

Car accident. 

Cancer. 

Overdose. 

Would end my problems. 

I would save myself from hell, because no one else cared too. 

You were like me. 

You looked at your life being a tradgey, a never 

ending problem. 

I should have told you 

it ends. 

The problem you think will never be solbed. 

The suffering you are inh. 

You can push through it. 

It is worth it. 

You are worth it. 

Prove to yourself, to a kind soul like you. 

We need you. 

Prove that you can fight through the challenges 

that are always coming your way. 

There is joy in this life. 

There is beauty. 

There are people that will love you. 

That do love you, hold on for them. 

Hold on for me. 

Hold on for yourself. 

I know. 

I do, please. 

No, I don't know what lead you to here. 

Or the problems you face. 

Maybe your life was way harder than mine. 

It doesn't matter. 

We both came to a breaking point. 

I gave up, and I came back . 

I will never let you give up.