the morning after you take your life everything is exactly the same, your car keys are
exactly where you left them, your notebook is filled with the words you wrote but you'll
never drive your car again, and you'll no longer pick up your pen, the rest of the pages
will be blank although they weren't supposed to be. you had more to do, you had more
to see, you didn't get to live out your dreams, you never got to say goodbye to your
friends and your family, you left too soon because you thought your pain would never
end, you had a purpose and a future so bright that you couldn't comprehend, so please
don't kill yourself because of the grief your going through, there will come a day when you
are no longer blue, you'll be healed and peace will find you.

-brooklyn skye, january 31st, 2025.

if you leave, the world will go on unchanged, your favorite sweater still draped over the
chair, your unread messages waiting for a reply, the sun still rising as if nothing
happened. but the people who love you will never be the same. they will search for you
in every empty space, in the silence of a room, in the echoes of laughter that should have
been yours. your story was never meant to end here. there are chapters still unwritten,
moments still waiting for you. please, stay. one day, the weight you carry will feel lighter,
and you’ll be grateful you held on.

-???

you are not weak for struggling. you are not selfish for wanting to end your pain. but
please, stay. the world is better with you in it. there are people you have yet to love,
places you have yet to see, days you have yet to live. your story isn’t over yet. there
are still words left to write.

-beau taplin, 2010