I know it's like 1 in the morning, but I stumbled on your profile and am now answering your question. I don't care. This is my answer. If it's too long, oh well, listen to my honest answer. If it's too short for you, ask me some questions so I can answer them. Properly. Your question made me mad, suicidal people make me mad. Throwing your lives away... People like you are so much stronger than this, and you have the right to know. To know why you are valued by some people. I don't give a fudge about the views this would get, I just didn't want to bother you with a long arse thing on your page.

Demian_Adams12

Listen here. If you had committed suicide... Well, not only would I have felt guilt because I hadn't done anything to at least make you think twice or to try and comfort you, but I'd also be loosing a significant human being that I would have wanted to know more about. Also, people nearby you, be it real life or on a social media like Wattpad here, would be affected, mentally and physically (for those that know you really well).

Sure you might not see something special about you, and sure you can't handle certaint things, and of course you (along with many of us) feel like life's treating you like shiz. But just think of the Domino effect you'd create when you aren't around anymore. People here on Wattpad would keep trying to talk to you and tag you in certain things, only to find that you had died and your profile no longer exists because you've been veeeeery inactive. The ones who'd care about you here would honestly feel lost, heart heavy with air. Just nothingness because you're no longer here. We, on the other side of the screen, would not have known what you've done, what you're doing, to have gotten to that point as to end your life.

In real life, the friends and family you have would feel guilty as well, as they stood by all this time not knowing that you're silently suffering. Alone. Feeling that the world around you is turning into Hell, your family planning an early furneral for the son, brother, cousin, uncle, someone significant they had out-lived. Your friends.. Sometimes it's hard to find good friends. If you have friends that are really good to you, or they never seem to care how you feel or always have it tough on you because you're a guy, they might be softer than they seem. They'll miss you too. Knowing that Demi isn't around anymore, knowing that they can never hang out with you, never talk to you, or text you. Ever again.

And finally... on the brighter angle, you're not alone. We're all suffering, whether it be minor or major music keys we're facing. We're all in cages, all in the dark, all with headphones in playing our own thoughts. Trying to call out for someone, trying not to step in anyone's way, or burden them with your own noise that you try to share. To find some sort of comfort, trying to shut many ones out. It's hard, this game called Life. We're all trying to win, we're all trying to get ahead, we're all trying to survive. Some of us don't make it because fate is cruel, some don't make it because we quit the game. But you can't quit. Just please hang on. Make that last string you're clinging onto the rope that you swing with. You keep going. If you don't want an education anymore, if you don't want to work anymore, it's fine! It's ok! Just... don't kill yourself.

You keep going, Demian Adams, and do NOT give up, you hear me? Do not take your life. You wanted a reason? This whole fricking essay type thing was my reason for you to stay away from suicide. Don't do it. This whole this was a fricking soap opera, a freaking cliché, but I don't care because if you read this and process all of this for a LONG time, you'll find it to be true. You matter Demi. Don't take what matters away.