Suicide.

No.

See, here's the thing. I agree with you. In fact, I think we both know that I'm gonna end up punching my own ticket before it's all said and done. I just want you to be sure. So give it a day. That's all I'm asking, is for you to give it one day.

Sleep on it. Sober up, or get drunk. Watch a movie. Take a walk. But most importantly, take a big step back and look at the world. This is what you're going to be leaving. You really wanna miss out on The Last Jedi?

I'm not joking. One time I was about to kill myself and I saw the first trailer for Fury Road. I was so fucking furious with George Miller for forcing me to stick around until I saw it. At the time, anyway.

It came out a couple of years ago. I'm still here. Had a few more close calls. And like I said, we both know how my story ends. Just not when. And I don't think you know when yours ends. Not yet. So give it a day. And tomorrow, if you wake up and the sun is shining and the birds are chirping and you have the most wonderful day that you've had in months or years, and you take a deep breath at the end of the day and smile sadly and pull the knife out... well, hell. That's your decision. But go out on top.

It's the only way to know that you're making the right decision.

Challenge

Talk someone out of suicide

AJAY9979

141 reads

Mind Over Matter

Don't see yourself through your eyes. See yourself through mine. I mean, who do I run to when I've done something stupid? Who never fails to make me feel better when I had a bad day. Who know the only word that can make me smile and laugh at the same time? I know you're thinking you're hopeless because the people at school treat you like shit but they won't be here in three years. I will. They're irrelevant background noise in your story, and I'm the supporting character. I know I have the tendency to talk about myself too much and to not listen like I should, but I'm here and I'll always be here, even if you have to speak louder to make sure I hear you.

Look, I'm afraid of heights but I'm here on this ledge with you. Even if I fall you and you live, this will be worth it because you're the important one in this. I know you don't like when I talk like that, but to me, it's true. I'd give my last drop of blood to save you just like I know you'd do for me. I'd cut my fingers off wrestling a knife from you and only be mad I can't flick you off with that hand anymore. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, which is why I want you to think in terms of me and not in terms of you. You just see trash but I see the dirtiest diamond ever. I mean seriously, who is going to get my dirty jokes and punch me when I fart in the car?

I know just seeing a tear fall from my eyes worries you because you think I'm the strong one through this, but I feel the same hearing you talk about yourself in such a negative way. I mean, where am I going to get a better brother from another mother? And to replace such a stellar part? I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a paper clip like I almost did in fourth grade. I've never been one to call you out on your bullshit, said no one ever, but this is the worst idea you've ever had. I mean, do you know what will happen to me if you do this? I'm going to do it too and go to the gates of hell, grab you by the neck, and strangle you until the devil needs to put on a coat.

Can't you see that this is killing me? I mean, I love you. Not in the way your ex-girlfriend was supposed to, but as someone I can't fathom being romantic with because I don't want to lose you as my friend. I would rather lose my sense of taste (and you know how I love to eat) than see you be in pain. Please, put the knife down. Let me clean you up and let's go watch Family Guy. I can't lose you. You're the most important thing in the world to me.

Challenge

Write anything that has the phrase "You deserve better" somewhere in it.

Any style or genre is acceptable, poetry or prose.

thesadhero in Fiction

185 reads

123,656

One hundred and twenty-three thousand six hundred and fifty-six. That’s 123,656. That’s the number of followers she has on Instagram. That’s the number of people who think that she’s pretty. That’s the number of compliments she gets in her DM. That’s the number of years it’ll take me to look like her.

I found her, Daniel. I found her on instagram. I don’t know how I found her, but I did and she is beautiful. Her hair has this natural wave to it. It looks so soft I want to run my fingers through it. Her eyes are still as vibrant and green as they were in the cafe. Her skin has a glow to it. Everything about this girl is unreal. Hell, if we didn’t see her in person I’d say she photoshopped all her pictures. But I know she didn’t.

This is what I want. I want to be this pretty. I want to have sun-kissed skin and waves in my hair. I want to have bright green eyes and a waste that you can wrapped your arms all the way around. I want girls to follow me on instagram as their motivation. I want you to post pictures of me and not have to turn the comments off because, “people are stupid.”

Her name is رائع (Rayie), pronounced Raya. Literally meaning georgious in Arabic. And she is. She is gorgeous.

Listen, Danny, I am not jealous as in I hate this girl. She did nothing wrong. But I do wish I could be her. I wish I could be beautiful. I wish I could be thin. I wish I could be picked up by you. I wish people didn’t stare for all the wrong reasons. I wish girls were intimidated enough by me to leave you alone when we are out together. I wish I deserved you.

You don’t deserve me. You deserve better. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone like her. Perfect, skinny, pretty, funny, and coquetry. Someone who feels sexy with the lights on and who knows she’s pretty. Someone who you don’t have to constantly remind that she is beautiful. Someone like yourself.

But, Danny, I will never tell you this. I tell you that you are beautiful. And I know that you don’t believe me. But I fear that the day you do will be the day that you will leave me.

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