Suicide still brings up many feelings in me, I cry a little every time i read about someone going through with it. Its amazing to think of how close i was…there where days i refulse to get out of bed for fear of huring myself. Id take a cold night walk down Mcdade and slowly wonder closer and closer to the street watching the cars go by. It was around this time i started to cut myself. “I just wanted to feel something” i tell myself. I later found out that such where common words for cutters.


Looking back note: I haven’t cut myself in years, and i no longer have such suicidal thoughts. However my empathetic nature has never let me forget about suicide and i truely wish to help people who feel that way.