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"People who kill themselves are selfish."
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the stairs.
The daughter panicked, as any daughter would.
"Mom," she said. "Did you take pills?"
A few seconds passed before a response.
"Yes."
The daughter demanded her friend to dial 911,
And so the friend did, her hands shaking and struggling to press the numbers.
The daughter and the friend quickly explained the situation.
"The ambulance will be there soon."
The daughter rushed to her mother, who was now collapsed on the floor,
And tried to hold her up, tried to keep her awake.
Minutes passed before the ambulance had arrived.
By that time, the youngest daughter had walked into the kitchen,
Only to find her mother on the floor.
"What happened to mommy?" she cried.
The oldest daughter, seeing the lights of the ambulance, ran into the house.
"What happened?" She screamed, her voice shaking.
The paramedics opened the door, and immediately asked...
"What happened to your mother?"
The twelve year old daughter, the one who witnessed it all,
Spoke in a trembling voice,
Explaining the situation.
People began to ask the mother...
"Why?"
... "I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the stairs.
The daughter panicked, as any daughter would.
"Mom," she said. "Did you take pills?"
A few seconds passed before a response.
"Yes."
The daughter demanded her friend to dial 911,
And so the friend did, her hands shaking and struggling to press the numbers.
The daughter and the friend quickly explained the situation.
"The ambulance will be there soon."
The daughter rushed to her mother, who was now collapsed on the floor,
And tried to hold her up, tried to keep her awake.
Minutes passed before the ambulance had arrived.
By that time, the youngest daughter had walked into the kitchen,
Only to find her mother on the floor.
"What happened to mommy?" she cried.
The oldest daughter, seeing the lights of the ambulance, ran into the house.
"What happened?" She screamed, her voice shaking.
The paramedics opened the door, and immediately asked...
"What happened to your mother?"
The twelve year old daughter, the one who witnessed it all,
Spoke in a trembling voice,
Explaining the situation.
People began to ask the mother...
"Why?"
... "I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Literature
You're Not Dead Yet.
You have been called "ugly."
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
Literature
Fake
How are you?
I am fine, thank you.
Stop lying…
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Yeah, of course I am fine.
No I’m not I am in so much pain….
Can you imagine being alone?
No, that would be horrible!
Literature
Just Smile...
Perhaps I should confess to you,
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
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Yes, this is a true story. Yes, I was the twelve year old daughter. Yes, this is about my mother. Yes, she is still alive.
Thought I would let you guys know... suicide is not a selfish act. In this case, my mother attempted suicide BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO MAKE LIFE EASIER FOR OTHERS.
However, let me say this.
Suicide eliminates all possibility of anything ever getting better.
I love you guys more than anything.
And remember...
Stay Strong, I'm always here for every one of you. Please remember, you can note me if anything is ever wrong.
My facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Mikki-Mβ¦
Stay beautiful! <3
Β© 2013 - 2024 MikkiMarie
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oh god. i'm so glad you and your mom and your siblings are both okay. that must have been such a traumatic experience! π’
(idk why, but some days i would think life has no meaning, and the thought of suicide did come across my mind a few times before, but after reading this, i somehow felt so much better, thank you for posting this π)