She didn't want to, but she had to.

The whole world was against her, or atleast that's what she thought.

She smiled more than usual on that faithful day, no one suspected.

She mixed the concoction that would kill her right before our very eyes, but we were so blinded by her fake simile that we didn't see.

She was dying, no!, She was dead.

And we had killed her, just like we did to Jesus.

We had killed her with our words.

All she ever gave us was happiness and we returned it by destroying her.

We pushed her to wall.

We deserted her when she needed us the most.

We made her feel like nothing.

So she decided to end it.

She decided to commit suicide.

Because of us, because of what we said , what we did, how we lived.

Right now, we found her unconscious under the teacher's table and we called for help.

She has been rushed to the hospital and few minutes ago we got a message,

She didn't die.

Now we are given a second chance, to treat her better, to treat everyone better.

A/n:  Hey lunatics! thiis is my own little way of creating suicide awarenesses. Look out for people and be mindful of how you treat your neighbor, you never know what someone is going through.