Why don't I jump? Why don't I swallow a bottle of pills? Why don't I shoot myself? Why don't I cut till I bleed out? Why don't I hang myself? Why don't I kill myself?

It would be so much easier. There's a reason it's called the coward's way out.

I wouldn't have to deal with the fighting and screaming. I wouldn't have to deal with constant reminders of what I wrong. I wouldn't have to deal with being the example of what went wrong. I wouldn't have to deal with all the secrets. I wouldn't have to deal with life.

I'm really not that important either.

Sure I get good grades, but I'm not really smart. I'm not going to find the cure for cancer or win a nobel peace prize. Pretty is something I'm not and my personality isn't that great. So, I doubt that I'm anyone's one true love.

Yeah, there's people who care about me, but they'll have someone else.

My friends have other friends. My parents have another daughter, well child. My teachers have other students. My therapist has other patients. My coaches have other teammates. You guys can find another book. 

I could commit suicide, so why don't I?