* * *

I remember when I was younger, I would see people with dull eyes but happy faces. And I couldn't understand why. I remember when I was younger I saw a girl with scars on her arms. And my mom said that she did that too herself. And I couldn't understand why. I remember when I first learned what the word suicide was. And I couldn't understand why anyone wanted too kill themselves. Well now I know and I hate.every second of it.