Life,
I’m sorry I failed you. I’m sorry I didn’t live you to the fullest. That “simple” task was just too hard for me. Death just seemed easier, so you know what? I did it. It’s better off in the long run anyways.
Whoever finds this, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took the easy way out. I guess this will be a shock to everyone. No one would have guessed, me, Hilary Wills, would do this. I seemed happy, right? I didn’t want to burden any of you; I knew it wouldn’t be worth it, anyway.
To my parents, I love you. This wasn’t your fault. I was a lost cause since the day I was born, and you had told me that before.
To my friends, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you. It might seem hard now, but it will get better. I love you, and am glad I knew you guys.
To Hilary, thanks for being there for me. Since I met you, all the way back in kindergarten, you always were there, whenever. Thanks for being a shoulder to cry on, and putting up with all of my crap. I know you didn’t know my wounds were this deep though, I guess. I didn’t want to scare you. It might seem hard now, but you’ll forget about me, and you’ll be able to live your life. I won’t ever forget you, though. I love you; you were the sister I never had.
To Zack, I’m so glad I knew you, even though you weren’t in my life for that long, you made an impact on it in so many ways. You knew all of my secrets, and I knew all of yours. You know when I said I would take your secrets to my grave? Well, I was telling the truth. Also, it’s a bit hard to finally say, but I always loved you. I don’t know if you felt the same bso tell me you love meack, but I know you loved me like your best friend. I want you to know that I felt that way for so long. Thanks for giving me some butterflies and light in my dark life, you are so special to me. You always will be. Don’t think of me too long, live your life. I know you always loved Amber, so go with her. Be happy. Forget about me.
To Cheyenne, I don’t know how much I can thank you for everything. You tried your best, but I couldn’t last forever. Thank you for putting up with me for hours upon time, listening to all my problems, and helping me to the full extent you could. If I hadn’t of known you, I’d probably of been dead a long time ago. Thanks for being my therapist, but also my friend. You are so special, and I hope you can help others get better. I guess I just couldn’t get better.
I cut. Deep. Hidden, though. It was a way to release my pain. I had cuts inside, too. My life was just to broken to fix. Cuts, bruises, and gaps, everywhere. You all would never have found them. I knew it wasn’t that important.
To the girls who made me miserable, I’ll see you in Hell. If I’m going, you are definitely AV儿劣AV儿劣* going down with me. My blood is on your hands. Thanks for torturing me with your little games. Thanks for calling me fat, ugly, and not worth a single AV儿劣AV儿劣* thing. Now there are no more games, though. But if you go near my friends, you will regret it, I promise. I hope you like the way things are now; I wasn’t worth anything, so now I’m finally gone for good.
Long story short, no one really knew everything. I told some truth, but most I kept to myso tell me you love meself. I couldn’t live any longer; it was my time to go. Forget all about my existence, I know all of you can do it. I wasn’t that important, and I’ll be easy to forget, I promise. Don’t remember me.
I hope I’ve made everything clear. I’m gone now, it’s better off. I hurt inside for so long, but now I’m finally free. Maybe now you’ll all notice things. Maybe now you’ll see the scars, the blood, the extra bathroom trips, the missed meals. Maybe you’ll see the missing booze, the empty bottles of pills, and now, the empty room. No more Hilary.
Goodbye.
NOTE:
I know that this necessarily is not in the right section, but I want to get a point of view from different people.
I am not promoting suicide AT ALL. I'm just writing kind of an autobiography about myself (I went through all of this) but I'm just changing the names and situation a bit.
Would these feelings be medically accurate?
Thank you so much
Its very deep, and has many descriptions(: i really like it. You've got talent
This is really good. Its really deep and good! I'm not sure how to put it in words!
Depression is a very unique experience; the reasons and feelings that accompany it vary from individual to individual. The only thing that would be 'medically accurate' is that the victim feels a sense of hopelessness, sadness or overall uselessness over a prolonged period of time, usually at a high intensity. If a suicide note conveys this to some extent, then it is somewhat 'typical'.
Your fictitious suicide note appears realistic; it is certainly believable.
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