Dealing with depression for some people becomes and every day thing. It's not a rough patch or a blue day. It's an on going battle. For people dealing with depression they get their one good day to our one bad day.
Can you imagine walking around all day, every face you saw, every movement you've witnessed, you had a negative thought about?
Can you imagine what must be going through some ones mind in that time of committing suicide?
They know every one thinks they are weak. They know every one will hate them after it's all said and done. They know, that their spouse, child, parent, sibling will carry around that burden for the rest of their lives.
In the end, does any of that really matter, in times of silent high pitched screams that only you can seem to hear? You can't Seem to focus on the good things in life because they all seem so distant. There is nothing good in your life. So you end it.
It's quiet now. No sister to bug, no mother to cry too on your bad days, no father to tell you that your shirt is nearly to small to be wearing to school. No one to point you into a healthy life style. Your soul matters. YOU matter. No matter what you may feel now. YOU do matter. I may not know you but, to me YOU DO MATTER. This world with out you wouldn't be the same. The world needs you. Only because your story can and will save a life. Be strong. I know you have been strong enough for long enough, but be stronger for a little bit longer. At least to catch your breath and get passed this moment of suicidal tendencies. Breath for a day longer to see if your really want to go. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay. Stay here. If you don't have any friends, I will be your friend. If you don't have a sister, I will be your sister. Stay here. Please stay here. Don't go! Please don't go!
