"Before you take your life as you think you must do, we read this letter I wrote to you. I know you spent the last few weeks writing on your own in the form of a goodbye. Maybe an explanation to your loved ones as to why, but it's your time to listen. What's one more minute before your decision, there are some thing you need to know before you decide it's time to go. Before you take your life, when you close your eyes and remember the little child playing with sticks, she wouldn't want you to forget her. She didn't think you would make it this far. A future unknown, but she imagined what she would be like older and grown, and I know what you were thinking. Remembering you as a child doesn't save you from sinking, in fact does it make you feel worse? Not being the woman you as a child would have been proud with, to converse but that's the point, is it not? You have so much more to prove, don't you realize you would be killing her too? What about the old woman, you could be wrinkled in grey with grandchildren on your lap, you would be killing her before she even breathes. Think about your pain, the tears, the scars, the shame. Did you think your body buried would eliminate the pain? It will stay alive, but will still be in the walls, stained on the carpet floor. Don'tyou want it to be all clean before you turn and shut the door? Maybe give the air some more laughter before leaving it with all your sadness. Give your corpse some smile lines and memories before leaving it with all this badness. Think about the people who love you, I know, I know you're rolling your eyes, for other people should not be the reason you do not want to die. But think about how much you have failed at loving them. It's not the fact that you were loved, but loving others that may save you from within. Death has lost its beauty if we do not first live, and life has lost its beauty if we do not first love. I don't think you can ever force yourself to belong, but you can find pockets of peace along the way. Say listening on repeat to your favorite song, and I don't think you can save anyone, but you can certainly save yourself. Once you realize there is more versions of you that have yet to be let out. Before you take your life, will you take a moment to think you have shampoo left in the shower, some face wash on the sink, won't that go to waste? What about the leftovers in the fridge you have yet to taste. There's a nagging inside of you longing for something and it's causing this