Missing me

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  Suicide.

  The word springs to mind for many of us. Some, maybe, even more than I have.

  It's not an easy topic Or an easy choice.

  What's mine?

  Selective Mutism.

  It may sound like a stupid thing to cry over, but, I really hate living with it. I want a BIG voice. I want people to turn around just from the sound of my voice. Even if it means killing myself and hoping that I would come back as a better person-someone with a voice.

  I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want a voice.

  I want to be able to make conversations and not be the middle of it between teachers.

  Nobody understands me. They don't know what I have to go through.

  They're perfect.

  I'm just useless. What kind of job am I going to get in the future? What is even the point of life? I don't know mine.

  A voice.

  That is all I want. Why is it so hard to get it?

  This probably sounds like a suicide note. Well, it's not. I've already written mine, and it's more like a fifty paged essay.

  I understand why it takes some people forever just to commit suicide.

  Because they're scared. Because they're confused.

  I know I'm going to do it some day It might not be today or tomorrow;. But I just know that it will happen some day. One day. One day, I will not be here any more, I don't know where I'll be... But I'll try and make sure you don't miss me. I really don't want anyone to miss pain.

Author's Note

HOW DO YOU THINK THIS SOUNDS AS A PROLOGUE? ​​DOES IT CATCH YOUR ATTENTION AND MAKE YOU TEAR UP A LITTLE??