Suicide.
That one word can mean so many things.
It can mean holding a gun to your head and locking the closet door.
It can mean not committing it physically but ripping up your self-esteem to shreds until you can barely speak.
It can mean feeling alone and helpless and thinking no one understands.
It can mean waking up every morning wishing that this was the last breath you take.
It can mean a father leaving his daughter's funeral saying " It should have been me."
But to me, suicide has the most meaning when you know you could have stopped it.
