My pain is unlike most but yet quite similar. I hurt. I'm in pain. More mentally than physically. I need a way out. I olny thought of three on that cold dark night... Pills, a rope, or a knife. I though for a long while what to do. I wanted to end my body of its pain and suffering. I did not want to love, live, or be happy. I wanted to be relieved of my pain. I thought and thought. But I only came up with one thing. I was to coward to do it. What would the people who cared about me think. I decided against the one thing I wanted for a long time that night. But I have found that with pain comes joy. A thunderstorm might be ugly, but it waters the flowers. Things get better. I am a changed person. I have saved myself from a lifetime of pain. This is now a different story. At first it was my thoughts of suicide, but now it is proof that things do get better. Patience is not a privilege but a virtue, and even the richest man on earth couldn't have it. It is a great thing to have life. You can do close to whatever you want. Im not just talking about texting your friends and playing video games. I'm not saying that I don't do those things. I love COD and GTA but I'm getting off tracked. Do other things with your life. Don't be sucked into a vortex of pain. Relive yourself of all that pain and think of a better life. It gets better for everyone. Not just me. Belive me, I do know. I have had friends considering the same fate I was. Yet I told them to wait 6 months, and if even after that time they still felt bad then they could do it.