The day after you end your life, the world will be different. Not in the way you expected, it wont be better, it will feel more empty. Everyone will be looking for you. They will convince themselves that you are just sick, not gone.
Your best friend who you thought secretly hated you will be broken and filled with regret. Sitting in your room for hours, just hoping it's all a dream because they don't know how to enter a world without you.
The day after you take your life, your best friend will find out she's pregnant and she won't know who to tell because she planned on telling you first.
The day after, that guy you liked will regret not telling you that he loved you. He wont heal, you were his purpose for going to school. Soon after you leave, their grades will start slipping and they will start showing up less and less.
The day after, your room will remain untouched, your scent staying in that house longer than you ever planned to. Your friends will keep your perfume to remember your scent.
The day after, people will still be looking for you in the halls; even if they didn't like you. Each room will feel a little less bright and more empty each day. Your best friend will sit at the table next to where you sat and stare at your chair expecting to see you sitting there and you two to be laughing over something completely dumb.
The day after, the people who liked you will have wet,teary, red eyes, still looking. They'll be in denial, looking for you each day, in every room, every location, every setting, soon they will start looking for you in everything that they do and every task will remind them of you and they will have a smile on their face remembering you.
They'll never stop looking and they will never stop expecting to see you each day. The day after, the world will be more empty, sad and blue.
The day after.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
The day after you end your life, the world will be different. Not in the way you expected, it wont be better, it will feel more empty. Everyone will be looking for you. They will convince themselves that you are just sick, not gone.
Your best friend who you thought secretly hated you will be broken and filled with regret. Sitting in your room for hours, just hoping it's all a dream because they don't know how to enter a world without you.
The day after you take your life, your best friend will find out she's pregnant and she won't know who to tell because she planned on telling you first.
The day after, that guy you liked will regret not telling you that he loved you. He wont heal, you were his purpose for going to school. Soon after you leave, their grades will start slipping and they will start showing up less and less.
The day after, your room will remain untouched, your scent staying in that house longer than you ever planned to. Your friends will keep your perfume to remember your scent.
The day after, people will still be looking for you in the halls; even if they didn't like you. Each room will feel a little less bright and more empty each day. Your best friend will sit at the table next to where you sat and stare at your chair expecting to see you sitting there and you two to be laughing over something completely dumb.
The day after, the people who liked you will have wet,teary, red eyes, still looking. They'll be in denial, looking for you each day, in every room, every location, every setting, soon they will start looking for you in everything that they do and every task will remind them of you and they will have a smile on their face remembering you.
They'll never stop looking and they will never stop expecting to see you each day. The day after, the world will be more empty, sad and blue.
The day after.
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