This time last year I began to be consumed by my depression.

This time last year I began to experiment with razor blades.

This time last year, I was with him.

After he broke my heart, I was filled with grief, but you were there for me. When others had turned their backs to my pain, you were there.

You were there for me when everyone had forgotten about me.

You were there on the dark, lonely nights.

You were there to stop the blade from cutting my skin.

You were there for me when I needed you most.

Because of you, I am here today.

Because of you, I am
*alive.