The pain you see is unbearable. Day after day you take up the knife. Day after day you wait and pray. You wait for a hero, but still no one comes. At school you are ridiculed. At home you feel the world weighing in. Your little sister nags just as much as your parents. Bullied, friendless, and alone in the world. You decide it's time to die a cold hard death. You write a note, and slowly take the pills. Time for dinner, your sister enters. She leaves, your parents come. They cry, they scream.
Two years later - The bully blamed himself, so, death already set in. Your best friend, has no friends. Your parents divorced due to arguments that set in. Your sister is anorexic and dealing with depression. Your teachers all moved because they didn't stop it. The kids in school blame themselves, some even had the nerve to drop out. Your grandparent's blame your parents and never come to visit.
I've been there, I know the feeling of wanting to commit suicide, but think about the effect your death could have on the people who really cares.