A Rope
For some reason every time I think of suicide, I think bodies hanging from a noose.
Why people would consider this is just a fact I've never really understood. Yes, my life gets shitty at times, but I'm not going to cause harm to myself. I get up the next day, and start it off anew. I've not been beaten, made fun of on a large scale(not recently), or any other reason people would do such a thing, I've had a good life so far. I might not understand why people hurt themselves or worse, suicide, but I can understand why you shouldn't want to. I mean, yes you may live in a hell hole, you may come home to a drunk dad that yells, or you maybe think you're to fat. The thing you we don't want to forget is this: There's always somebody out there that cares about you enough to tell you how much you really mean to them in life.
Hey, maybe I'm wrong, you may be surround with people that like the sound of a person being slit in the neck? Maybe people in the world are just big enough assholes to show you how much they hate you when you're on the verge of a slit wrist? That's one thing I hate about people, they are just not compassionate, people want you to eat dirt and suffer as much as they probably have in the past.
Hell, I don't know what to think about the world anymore. It's all just so fucked up with all of the violence and "trouble"(as some 12 year olds who try and OD on Tylenol might go ahead and call it) that they have. Just because you "didn't make a team" or you "Aren't liked by your peers" doesn't mean you're a big pile of garbage.
I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore. The whole reason I wrote this was to show someone I cared about them. I somehow got into other garbage, and I don't know.