The day after:
The day after you kill yourself, the world will go on like usual, your bed will remain just as you left it. Your clothes will stay Strewn across the floor, and the birds you used to feed every day will keep landing on your windowsill.
The food in your fridge will rot, your shelves of all your belongings will catch dust.
The day after you kill yourself, the world will go on like usual, your siblings will wonder what more they could’ve done. Your dad’s sadness would turn into anger because he was never taught how to grieve.
They’ll throw away the food in the fridge, but your clothes will stay on the floor, your shoes by the door. No one would dare to move them.
Your mum will go through all the baby photos not understanding why you felt like that and your dog will walk around looking for you not understanding why you’re not there.
Your friends will continue doing more the things you used to do together, carrying you with them. But it will never feel the same.
The day after you kill yourself, the world will stay the same.
But your family will always feel the grief and pain.