I did not know you that well, you were just one of my many students... we smiled at each other when we met... we were friends on facebook. But I never knew you. Those evenings we sat and talked for hours in a group, I was there because I liked being part of that group, I liked that. I didn't understand half of what you people talked about... So, yes, I never knew you...and today when your picture showed up on my newsfeed, I was surprised at the tears that welled up inside me. I was not prepared for them. It's been a fortnight you died. I don't even know if it was a suicide or an accident, but your picture made me stop... I didn't know you and now you are dead..and I see your friends going on about their lives... nothing stopped, nobody cares that much..or possibly they can't afford to stop. So, as much as I had wanted to die all my life, I just pause at your picture and think... do I really want to die and be forgotten forever? No. I want to die as a revenge. I want people to feel guilty and suffer because they deprived me in some or other ways. I probably, do not want to die. I am not suicidal, never was. I just want people to take notice of me and I just realised that dying is definitely NOT a way.
Maybe this is not going to help anything, but I think I should share this thought with the hope that someone somewhere might just chance upon this before they pop the pill or pull the trigger and stop and think why they want to die. Do you really want that? Do you?