10 minutes

Dear eveyone,

     One day you're going to find me laying there, not breathing. Or you will receive a phone call. Or you'll hear it on the morning annoucements. Maybe the principal will arrange an assembly. You're going to look up the signs and think to yourself, "all the signs were there. I should have known!" You'll talk to someone about it. They'll tell you it wasn't your fault, you couldn't have done anything to stop me. But that's not true. You should have listened that one time I tried to calling out for help. You could asked me if I was okay. You shouldn't have left, shouldn't have promised to always be there. You didn't have to say those mean words, didn't have to be so cruel. There's so much you could have done, you could have just taken 10 minutes out of your day to talk to me. Just think of that ten minutes. You didn't give up ten minutes and I gave up the rest of my life, and you'll be praying for another ten minutes to apologize. 

Bye