Why?!?

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I lost the one person i really cared about when i was 7. Now i am ok with it.. Well as ok as you can be. I lost others but he was the worst one. I became emo and suicidal. I am getting better now but to me, Suicide is extreme. It effects everyone around. I want to help others battling depression and suicide because i know how bad you need someone. One day, my cutting was really bad and i was really upset that day and i started cutting on the bus and not realizing it. I was struggling and crying but they stood by me and helped me through it, as they still are. I write to let the pen and paper take the place of a blade. I have scince i was little, it was my escape. wanna know more? My poetry tells my story. But not all of it. Im open about it but i have to be asked. Im random, spontaneous in actions, and crazy, but I am me and that wont ever change.