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This whole page is about Suicide and Self harm. If you are Suicidal please take the time to read this whole page. Yes, The WHOLE page, please. It can save your life.

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it’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare so no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

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Feeling sad? feeling worthless? feeling hopless? feeling not good enough? as if your best isn’t good enough? feeling suicidal? you think no one cares? you think your family or your friends won’t care if you overdose on pills cut a main vein or either hang yourself? think the world will be better without you? well guess what you’re wrong because it won’t be. Take it from a person with experiences of trying but failing at suicide. If you kill yourself your family will be devastated they’ll blame themselves they’ll blame themselves for the rest of their lives. They’ll think about you everyday they’ll cry and smile when they think of you. People who don’t even know you will sob for you they’ll come by your house and leave cards, balloons and flowers on your parents doorstep. The teachers, the principal, and even the students at your school will sob they’ll blame themselves they’ll feel like they did little to nothing to save you. They say what if I had done this differently or what if I had done that differently? They want to know why you did it what was going through your mind and were you scared? Did you suffer or did you not feel a thing? Think about it? if you die who’ll find you? think of how they’d feel they’ll be devastated probably become depressed they’ll see you lying their motionless and for a minute they’ll think you’re joking or playing that you’re pretending to be asleep and then when they realise that you’re not joking that you’re not pretending they’ll start shaking you to wake you but you won’t wake up because you’ll be dead. Seeing the corner carrying your now lifeless body out in a body bag will stay within their minds they won’t ever get over that it’ll have an affect on them. They’ll cry they’ll cry because they’ll feel guilty they’ll have sleepless nights, and every song or every little small but significant thing will make them think of you. It’ll be hard for anyone to go in your room because that’s whee it happened you taking your life in your room will always be apart of their memory. No really seriously stop and thinking about take a minute or two to think about it, who’s gonna have to call everyone and let them know you killed yourself, who’s gonna have to go and view your body who’s gonna have to plan out your funeral with the funeral director who’s gonna have to find an outfit to take to the funeral home so that they can prepare your body so that you can be buried who’s gonna have to pick out the colour or size of your casket? who’s gonna have to tell your siblings that their brother or sister’s gone due to committing suicide? I know times get hard trust me I know I’ve self-mutilated and made an attempt on my life. I’ve overdosed twice in one year and I’m still here, wanna know why because Im worthy I matter I’m important and I deserve to be here just as much as the next person and so do you because you matter you’re worthy, you’re amazing, you’re important, and you’re probably the most kind and caring person ever. Everyone has had their days when they feel as if they don’t belong in this life anymore but guess what everyone has to go through rain and through the storm to find sunshine and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Think about it if you kill yourself did you do it for you was it for your own reasons or was it because you were doing it to please everyone else? if so that’s just selfish and I would know because I was selfish but I still am because guess what NO ONE’s getting my life no one’s gonna make me kill myself because everyone has their opinion but guess who knows the truth guess who has the facts? guess who knows what’s right and what’s wrong? YOU do! you have the power and the key don’t hand over that key to them don’t hand over that power. You’re stronger than you may know and if you may think no one cares just know that I care I give a shit and if you ever want to talk contact me on my tumblr I’ll be there to listen to you because I care and I want you to know that you matter you’re important you’re worthy fuck what everyone else thinks of you because you have the power. If you don’t think anyone will care about you after you’re gone think again ten years from now twenty years from now everyone will still be thinking of you they’ll smile because they know that they got to meet such an amazing person but they’ll also be sad because the time was cut short someone told me and I’ll never forget it because I told them that no one would care if I died they’d be alright that they’d be sad for a little while but they’d move on not think about me not even remember my face, my name, how I looked my smile none of that would matter to them because I’d be dead this person then said to me You’re like a domino piece when you fall so do the rest of the pieces. I know it’s hard and I dunno if I can promise you or say when it will get better because I don’t know myself but it’ll get better I know how it feels or what it’s like to feel not good enough you feel like you’ve done your best and still you don’t get recognised for it, I know how it feels to be put down. I know I was told my whole life that I was stupid, ugly, retarded, pathetic, worthless, and no one would ever love someone like me but I know it’s not true I know it’s not true at all so when you’re feeling down just remember these wise words from Andy Graham I know it’s hard I know it’s hard but remember sometimes you just gotta keep your head up and just let your hair down. So smile and chin up beautiful they’re jealous of you. You’re strong we’re strong. Smile because you deserve to. :)

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Thinking About Suicide? Read This

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody.

It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all.

No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’regone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?

8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right?

Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right?

It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right?

Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never.

It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t.

Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.

Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable.

If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them.

I just want you to remember three things: you’re beautiful, you’re not alone, and it does get better, I promise. ♥

Message me if you still need me (:

or call this number, suicide prevention hotline

1-800-784-2433

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Please take the time to WATCH this whole video. Its worth watching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9doKlyqDM9g&feature=player_embedded#!

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Hi, you probably don’t know me and i probably don’t know you but do you know what? You’re beautiful.

I know how hard it is to believe that, with pressure from everyone to be “perfect” but do you know what? You ARE perfect. I don’t care what you look like or weigh or anything, you’re perfect and beautiful in every single way possible. If you think no body loves you, or no body cares, you are wrong. People care, and do love you. And if you need someone to tell you, I’ll tell you, because it’s true. I care about all of you and i love all of you for you. Looks don’t matter, and weight is just a number. You are all lovely.

Life if honestly the most beautiful thing and you can’t waste it hating yourself. You can’t waste it wishing you were someone else. You have to live it to the fullest, you have to love yourself. I know that’s way easier said then done, but i need you to try. Wanna know why? Because if you learn to love yourself…well then you will love you. You will have more confidence. So love your flaws, love them because everyone has them. Everyone.

I want you to be able to look in the mirror, smile and say “I am beautiful” or “i look really pretty today” just once a day.

can you do that? for me?

I love you all, every single one of you. You’re all lovely and i hope someday, you can see that

Are you thinking about killing yourself?
Well don’t. Wanna know why?

Because you are SO worth it. Just think how young you are. Just think how much life you haven’t experienced yet. Just think; You still have:

getting your license
going to prom
graduating
going to college
sharing clothes with your roommate
finding “the one”
getting engaged
getting married
moving in with the love of your life
having a honey moon
having kids
watching them grow up
grow old with the person you love

If you do this, you will miss out on ALL of that. All the beautiful things in life. You will miss all of that. Do you really want to miss out on that experience? Just because things seem hard NOW, doesn’t mean that’s how things are going to be forever. I know how hard it can be to have to wake up every morning, but i know, one day, you will look back at it and know you survived. You were strong enough to make it to where you are today and that’ll be an amazing feeling. I promise you, good will come. Maybe not right away, but just hold on.

please

you belong here. People love, and care about you.

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Self harm.

The Butterfly Project;

The Following Rules are;

1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, or pen, nothing sharp and draw a butterfly on your arm, or hand.

2. Name the butterly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.

3. You need to just let the butterfly fade naturally, NO scrubbing it all off.

4. if you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it, and it’s gone.

5. If you have more than 1 butterfly, cutting kills every one of them.

6. Another person may draw a butterfly on you, these butterflys are very very special, take great care of them.

7. Even if you don’t cut, draw a butterfly just to show your support, if you do, name it after someone that is cutting right now or is suffering and tell them about this, it could really help.

Pleaase do this if you cut. Suicidal Attempts are terrible, please, or just talk to me if you don’t want to do this.

Message me if you still need help <3

or call this number, its the self harm hotline

800-366-8288