Afraid to confide in a friend after all my best one can’t meand my heart if shes already dead. Everyone says they understand but they forget so fast what hurt feels like theres a knife stabbing me in the chest its also in my heart everyday I that your not here for me to call and talk to. You just don’t know how it feels to be me to always want to die to not be loved you don’t know that feeling its hard suicide is a feeling that is always there knowing if I pushed that razor a little harder it would make one of my dreams come true. I wish for a day when someone would say they care when they would say they’re glade I’m here. That days not coming fast enough not for me. Does anyone hear me do you care or should I push the razor just a little harder so then you can pretend I was never here?