Reason Why?

I just need to get this out, so bare with me.
When I was 16 years old I ran across the max track’s with out a care in the world. I honestly couldn’t tell you why I did it back then. Everyone summed it up to be a reckless stupid teenager. The more i thought about the more I realized it was a cry for help. I needed someone to understand that I wasn’t okay.  I tried talking to my mom, the counselor’s at school, and a teacher I trusted. Only to be turned around and sent on my way. Because what do I know about life? How could it be that bad right? I had never tried to kill myself before and it wasn’t the last time either.When I saw the train coming I didn’t really know what i had wanted to happen but before I could really put any thought into it I just ran. The driver saw me and stopped barley. Instead of dying. I got a dislocated hip and a busted knee, plus a good two and half hour lecture on stupidity and recklessness.