My body crashes like a broken wave. I thought the cutting and thoughts if dying were over. They fased away slowly. Then rose like the sun breakin the morning air. Someone needs to help me,be there for me, see my pain. They need to see it before itâ€™s to late. Before Iâ€™m lying in a wooden casket six feet underground. Before I pull the trigger. Before I tie the knot around my neck. Before itâ€™s to late to care.