Hi, it seems like last night I was suicidal and beyond help.  Yes, true, I tried cutting my wrists at the best. It's my nature, and my curse. I drowned in my own peers' disappointment and scorn last night. And I guess, my half-filled cup of patience and endurance just started to overflow so... I admit to having nearly committed a grave mistake to the ones who still cared. My dear mother most of all, would have her heart broken. And some people did reply last night, to which I have only recently read before this poem. And I said to myself, 'Hey, maybe there are still good people out there. People who can hear my teeny tiny voice,'. To those, thank you for caring. Now, I'm still seeking help with people and medications. And I hope, no I wish, to stand and stay strong till I go to the end of this, and I will do so.