Echo234's Profile

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Name: Echo234
Location: Where I choose to be.
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Fri, 01 Jan 2016
Membership: Member

Personal Bio
I'm very outgoing and like to be everyone's friend. I don't care if you think I'm ugly or weird I am who I am. ______________________________________________________________________ My magic consists of sensing auras, casting spells, and healing. According to my grandmother, I am a decendant of an anicent healer which was very well respected in her time. I have apparently have gotten a hold of her magic and used it for me and my familys well-being. ______________________________________________________________________ Like I said before I love to be friends with everyone. Send a message anytime and I will sometime respond. ______________________________________________________________________ I love the card game Magic. My deck consists of black and blue playing cards. If you don't know what I'm talking about, feel free to mail me questions. If you do know what I'm talking about, maybe we can play a game sometime. I just bought a new deck which is blue and red. I may make an account for Magic. Talk to me sometime about it if you want. ______________________________________________________________________ I'm really huge on poetry and I wrote some of my own. _________________________The Thought of You___________________________ I stand on this chair, The rope around my neck, I think about jumping. But something is stopping me, It's the thought of you, I don't want to leave you. I take the rope off my neck, I step off the chair, I run to you. Tears running down my face, You open your arms, Then hug me tight. I tell you what happened, I tell you the thought of you made me stop, The thought of you saved my life. ______________________________________________________________________ ___________________________Blood on Your Hands________________________ It was you on that summer night, I saw you in the fight, Striking your enemy with all your might. But not after too long I saw his end, He was to far off to try and mend. I went to go hide, Because this time we're on opposing sides. Now, it's you, with blood on your hands. In court I'm afraid to testify, Because I may be the next you defy. So, I tell them so I can watch my Syfy. And now, it's you, With blood on your hands. Prison won't make you clean. So what stays? The blood on your hands. ______________________________________________________________________ If you didn't realize from the first poem, I tried to kill myself. So did a friend of mine. She wrote that explaining everything that happened to her. Me? I was gone for two weeks out of school in a mental hospital still wanting to kill myself. That's where I met my own 'shot in the arm'. I keep reading random people's Bio's and always find the same thing copied onto their Bio. Now I think chain things people write are nonsense, but this one isn't. This shows what I went through and what other people said after they found out. Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. Youre just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up. Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care. ______________________________________________________________________ Things I Like: -Magic (TCG) -Pokemon (TCG) -Yu-Gi-Oh (TCG) I will always be open to talk. I try not to be rude or mean I try to explain things clearly so you do not get the wrong idea. I love mail so message me anything really. ~~E~~