Almost lost him…

My boyfriend became suicidal when I was dating him. He thought that without his grandfather, he would never be happy again. That one small thing, like losing his grandpa made him suicidal. But to him, it was not small. He started cutting himself. He started burning himself. He chased me down the street with a bottle and then attempted to hang himself on a tree outside his house. Of course, I couldn’t watch him do it. The next week it got worse, he blacked out and started going crazy. He had two knives and was on top of his house, looking down at me and his best friend. He had a knife in each hand and he ripped his shirt off and started cutting himself all over. We called the cops and when he heard it, he ran away, he came back and the cops took him down to the police station. They brought him back that night, he had stab wounds in his legs, arms, chest, and hands. His face was all bloody. We could have never known how bad it got when it was dark out and he was on his roof, staring at us, with a insane grin on his face. We went in the house to talk to him, and when he started crying, and gave his best friend a hug, he grabbed a knife off the counter behind him. I grabbed the knife from him and could not believe what I just saw, my oh so loving boyfriend trying to litterally stab his best friend. The next few weeks just kept on. He would call me in the middle of the night to come over, of course his dad was never home. One time I walked in, yelling his name, no answer. I found him in the bathroom hanging there, almost dead. I cut him down off the rope and shook him until he came back to reality. I decided I could leave, but I saw a gun behind the couch, I said, promise me you won’t use that? He said “I promise,” with the smile on his face again. I got to the door and I hear a BOOM! I ran into the living room to see him laughing, with the gun in hand and a hole in the wall. “I got you good, I just hit it off the wall.” Next week, I get the call again, “come over NOW!” I race over there to find him hanging from the rafters in his basement, I cut him down from the rope, again. He was really depressed the next week but he wouldn’t talk to me about it. He had been talking to his ex, who then turned to me for the advice. He called me the next night, told me to come over. I got there and found him at the door, this black kid was white as stone. His arms were completely covered in blood. He had a knife in his hand and said “I can’t stop! I cut over 140 times.” It was then that I realized, it was time for some real help. I went to the school councelor when I found a suicide note from him. The councelor did NOTHING. He called me that night and yelled at me for giving the note to the councelor, he found me walking down the street, tried to hit me and 3 friends with his pick up. I called the police and went to the station. As I was filing my report, the dispatcher came over the radio “Suicidal male, 620 10th Street.” I said to the officer, “That’s him!” He had punched his dad, punched a picture, tore all ligaments in his hand, and broke his hand. He was in Behavioral Health for 3 weeks and then sent to the Mental Treatment Facilities. He  was in and out of Juvy, Jail, and Treatment centers for 2 years. I talked to him when he got home and told me, “I wish none of this happened, I know what I did was wrong and I never should have tried to kill myself, I thought no one loved me, but getting sent away like that made me realize how many people DO love me!” I talk to him everyday and 2 years later, he has not been depressed, he is always happy, he realized how much his attempts hurt the people around him.