Μόλις το βρήκα στο tumblr και αυτόματα τα μάτια μου βούρκωσαν. Οι εικόνες που περιγράφουν είναι πέρα για πέρα συγκλονιστικές. Δεν μπορούσα να κάνω τα μάτια μου να σταματήσουν τα δάκρυα.
“
GOOGLE SEARCH:
Painless ways to kill yourself.
i. There is no painless way to kill yourself, someone, somewhere, will feel the pain.
ii. The internet says, “sleeping pills, you will fall asleep and
never wake up! You won’t feel a thing!” When that is a lie, your stomach
will turn to fire and your throat will fill with the taste of your own
stomach acid. You will drown in your own spit. That isn’t even the worst
party, it’s when your mother comes home from work. She will walk
through the door, and call out your name. She will call and call and
there will be no response, maybe you’re in the shower? Maybe you’re
asleep? She will walk up the stairs, knock on your door to receive no
answer. When she walks in she will see the lifeless body of her baby
girl, lying on the floor. Her heart will stop but she will run to you
with shaky knees, touching your face that is now still and cold. Her
body will be on fire, and her throat will begin to tighten, the sharp
pains in her chest will feel like knives in the heart. That image will
kill her more than her own death, it will haunt her living years each
night. She will no longer be alive, but just as dead as you are now.
iii. Years ago, your father showed you the gun safe he kept in the
house in case of emergencies, you knew the pass code, you knew how to
shoot and loud, at least you had an idea. They say a bullet to the brain
will do the job.. So one night, when your father is fast asleep, you
will be down the hallway staring down the mouth of a gun.
One, two, three..
Your father’s heart will jump and his body will follow, the first thing
he thinks of is you. He will scream your name and run down the hallway
and bang on your door. It’s locked. His knees begin to feel weak as he
bruises his body trying to knock down the door, the first sight he see’s
in blood splattered on the wall. At that moment his breath began to
stop, and his eyes wandered to yours. Still open, but no more life
inside your shell. He will drop to his hands and knees and scream why,
why, why. There will never be a day he won’t hate himself, for keeping a
gun in the house, for not making you happy, for not knowing. He will
live a life without a son, live a life with an empty space. Live a life
of hurt, and hatred for himself.
iv. You may think that when you’re dead and gone you will not be
hurting anyone. You may think when you slide a blade across your wrist,
you’re only hurting yourself. Yet I have learned that is not true, it’s
not. The person who will find your body, the one who see’s the cuts,
their chest will feel tight and they will feel like it was their fault
for letting it get this far. The only mark you will be leaving on them
is pain, hurt, and the question why? So please note this, there is pain
in every suicide attempt, every death, every cut. You are not only
hurting your life, but others too. Because you are cared for.
”
Πηγή: tumblr.com