The effects of suicide on family and friends.
Why ? I ask myself so many questions but I can’t find the answers. And each time I wake up, I only find myself so ugly in the mirror, I’m covered in mud and I can’t do anything. I’m not clever, neither shaped in a good way. The only thing I want is to help. “Who ?” you may ask, everyone. I wanna help anyone who truly needs it. I found it. I found her.
She’s the one I clearly want to help, I’d give her my life if I can, I know she’d use in a better way than me, but once again, it’s impossible. […]


