to live is like to die another day in life to c what is going to happen and each dy i c a pill bottel and razer blades but never pop pill or cut my arm till i die. but even when i want to go and go far away from the pain, lie and abuse something is there to stop me and ever timei try to end it but i c more and more of who cares more about me and dont want me to go and never talk or say hello any more