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Stay put, don't go


If you are considering suicide or feel hopeless and helpless, please call the Suicide Prevention Life Line. 

Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday
https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

please don't kill yourself.

I spent the winter and spring seriously contemplating suicide.

I managed not to do it.

I beg you not to do it too.

Don't do it.

It's easier right now not to do anything,

so do that

Do nothing.

Just lay there in your bed and cry
or don't cry if you are out of tears,

But I beg you
stay put,

don't do it.
stay here.

Don't go.

Stay put.

Tomorrow might suck
but it might not.

And a week from now might not suck too.

And there are sunrises and sunsets and puppies.

Also flowers, music, and the smell of sweet grass.

Really, those things are worth living for.

It's the small stuff.

There's lots of small stuff.
Much of it beautiful.

Even some of the ugly small stuff is beautiful.

Some people lose sight of that,
but don't.

You never know what song is going to come on the radio next.
It might be good.













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