Sometimes, when things get bad, we forget that there ARE people that love us. You have just reminded me with this beutiful poem. Thank you.

i hear what u are sayin ppl dont relize that they have a family to love adn be loved in return and friends to do the same so ppl dont have that and the ones that do all seam to mant to die i mean im not one of them but most do adn it makes me sad to think of how may ppl cut and want to die i have never though about it till now that my friends that are cutters dont seam to notice that they are loved i loved ur poem

love
robyn