As we stood there today, your arms around me tight, I prayed to God that you would never let go. But then you kissed me on the cheek and did what I was afraid of

Baby, you and me, we could've made the world jealous

I would walk through hell for you

Some days it seems like you are completely in love with me, and other days it's like I hardly even matter to you...... I don't understand...... </3

We talked about you some today. I didn't want you to die. It's been over a year, and yet I almost cried today in front of all of those people. I miss you so much. Why did you have to kill yourself?

I lie awake at night and somtimes cry. I think to myself "would someone care if I were to die?"

...The sadness that's killing me inside is real. It's no fake and it's not made up. If you cant see that then i guess your blind....

You don't want to die. Really. You want your problems to end and your troubles to go away but you can't think of any other solution. Death is not a solution. It is giving into the pressure that is depression.

Ever find yourself sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth, holding a knife in your hands and shaking so bad you can't even feel the pain?

The assumption is that the alternative to self-injury is "acting normally," but on the contrary, the alternative to self-injury is total loss of control and possibly suicide. It becomes a forced choice from among limited options.