Savannah’s Comments (group member since Aug 12, 2024)

Savannah’s comments from the where dreams become true group.

Thank you sm!

Thank you!

Okay before you guys read this here is a very heavy trigger warning!!! I hope you enjoy <33



The human mind is really the scariest thing of all. It can consume you in such ways you can’t even imagine. It can make you see things that aren’t there, it can make you love, it can make you hurt, but most of all it can make you hate. It can make you hate your friends, it can make you hate politicians, it can make you hate anything, but the thing it makes you hate most of all; yourself. For centuries, the mind has found ways of having such deep self hatred, hatred so extreme to the point where people drive themselves to death, drive themselves to suicide, which is where our beloved savannah has driven herself tonight. Once she started driving, she couldn’t stop, it’s like her foot couldn’t lift from the accelerator.

Savannah sits in her room, her tiny little room in her shabby house her family could barely afford. She sits and thinks to herself. She thinks of falling izzie, but she doesn’t want anyone to stop her. Not this time. This time, she doesn’t want to be stopped, she just wants to not be here anymore. Her arms brush against the floral sheets she spent days working for, stinging in the process. The fresh wounds, where do I even begin. For years now, Savannah has taken away the mental pain, by creating physical pain. Her arms have never bled as much as they are right now, and Savannah is just letting the blood drip, drip, drip.

How is she supposed to be happy? If you looked in her mind, you would be unhappy too. How do people expect her to find the simple pleasures in life when all she can ever think of is the pain? Ever since her mother left her, her last reason, she can’t smile anymore. She was never really her mother, her real mother didn’t give two damns about Savannah, constantly giving her bruises, physical and mental. But this woman, this woman sat high on a pedestal in Savannahs mind. This woman was her lifeline. This was the first person to show Savannah love. The first person to, instead of yell and hit, kiss Savannahs forehead and cry when they found out about savannahs self harm. She tried so hard, so freaking hard, to keep herself clean. But it’s never enough.

She was the first person to ask Savannah why she wasn’t eating, the first person to hug Savannah when all she could do was puke until she felt skinny enough. She was everything to Savannah. But now she’s not here. Now, she has nothing.

She could just do it. She could just end it all. So she reaches to the package of antidepressants next to her. Imagine overdosing off of your medication that’s supposed to cure your unhappiness. How ironic. There are thirty seven pills left, Savannah counted beforehand to make sure there would be enough. Slowly, she starts dry swallowing the pills. One. By. One.

After eight pills she starts to feel dizzy, but she is used to dizziness. Her deprivation of food makes her dizzy constantly. She lays the notes she wrote over the years out in front of her, one last good bye. After twenty nine pills she feels ecstatic that it’s all going to be over. And after she takes the thirty seventh pull it doesn’t take long for her eyes to close, her breathing to stop,

And just like that, another life lost. Another souls deprived of happiness. Another life not loved. And no one even cared.