Really, Kohra, "You selfish jerk" is a very good response to people contemplating suicide. Because that's what it is, the most selfish thing a person can do in their life. They disregard other's feelings by taking the easy way out themselves. And why? Because the suicidee feel he have more problems then others? Because they don't want to struggle through life? Because he don't get good things handed to him?
Really now. Everyone in life is born with 100 problems, but you have 101. Your extra problem is thinking you can go through life WITHOUT problems.
I've experienced someone committing suicide myself. It wasn't someone I knew well. It was actually someone I strongly disliked in my class. One day, however, she took her father's shotgun, put it in her mouth, and pulled the trigger. Later that day when her parents came home from work, they walked in to her room with a surprise as it was her birthday. The surprise, however, was theirs. I can't even imagine the pain they must have felt seeing their daughter on the bed with a shotgun and her brain splashed all over the wall behind her. Needless say my class were never the same again. Even the people that hated her were affected.
At church some time later on the memorial, it was silent except for some people's silent sobs, the priest talking, and the heart-crushing sound of her mother crying like I've never heard anyone cry before.
A parent should never, under any circumstances, have to attend their child's funeral. What's worse is if their child commited suicide. Why? Because the parents will blame therselves for the rest of their lives. Their life will never be the same again, as they will try to figure out exactly what it was they did wrong. They will, in short, feel like they failed at one of lifes most important jobs.
Another mom I know had half her family killed of. Her husband was going to a BBQ party, and their daughter insisted on coming along, even though she didn't want her to. The father and the dauther had a fun time that day, and went to bed late. That, however, is the time where their life would end, and said mother would never be the same again. That day the house started burning, everyone made it out safely except for 2 people. Firemen worked hard to put out the fire, but it was impossible for them to enter the house.
The next day, the mother got a call from her mother, who asked her to come over because she wanted to talk to her. Even though she had no idea what had happened or what the conversation would be about, she dropped the phone and froze. On her way out to the car she half-run-half-crawled to the car in tears, and her hands shoke as she opened the car door. Speeding the entire way, her worryness could not hold her bladder tight, which emptied itself.
At her mother's house, she learned the shocking news of her husband and her daughter. She learned that their death was not painful, as they died in their sleep from the smoke. However, no one has had the heart to tell her that the remains of her husband and daughter were never found, as the house were completely burnt to the ground, leaving nothing intact. Since that day her life were never the same. Even though it wasn't her fault, she still blames herself for her daughter's death, thinking thoughts like "If I just wouldn't have let her go", or "If I hadn't screamed at her earlier that day she wouldn't have gone with him", and especially "I wish I had at least told her 'I'm sorry'".
To this day, 5 years later, even with extensive therapy, she blames herself, and the one thing she wishes above all else is to speak the words "I'm sorry" to her daughter. While these two cases are different from eachother, that is one thing they have in common. In both cases, the parents want nothing else then to at least be able to tell their child that they're sorry for all the mistakes they've done, for all the bad things they've said, that, no matter what happens, they love them.
In both cases, the parents would do almost anything to spend another day with their diseased child. However, they don't. They don't commit suicide in the hopes they will reunite with their child in the afterlife. They still struggle through life, even through the pain they feel. They struggle onwards not only for themselves, but for their family and friends. And after experiencing the death of their child, all other problems seem bleach in comparison.
When life feel rough, it can be easy to contemplate suicide. But under no circumstances is death actually the answer. Without any problems in life, without any pain, you would be unable to experience joy and happiness.
That is why I personally give a big fat "Fuck you" to anyone that commit suicide. They are selfish bastards with no consideration for those who love and care for them. Who are they to think their problems are harder or worse than anyone elses? That is, despite what you might think, a selfish attitude. You say "You don't know what problems I have". No, I agree. But guess what, you don't know what problems anyone else have either. You can't say your problems are SO god damned hard that suicide is the only solution. Man the fuck up and learn to deal with them like the rest of the world. Whatever you might think, there's always people with tougher and harder problems.
Have you been locked up in your cellar your entire life and raped by your father on a daily basis and given birth to several of his children? no? Have you been rejected by your family and tortured every day and been forced to work as a slave for your own family? no? Interesting, isn't it, that all of those with the toughest problems actually struggle through them without commiting suicide. they know the hardships of life and have learnt to deal with it, and appreciate the other things in life. And you're contemplating suicide? Nothing, no pain in the world, compare to the pain a mother feel when they lose their child. Nothing have ever pained me more then seeing these mothers cry over their lost children. The death of my grandmother felt weak compared to the pain I felt when these mothers cried in the church.
Really. Selfish prick is the only words I can think of in the case of suiciders.
