I've tried suicide a few times, then found it wasn't right. I was taking away from my family, and all my other loved ones. Only one thing really kept me alive, though, my girlfriend. She's really usually the only one there. My mother has heard of me being suicidal, all she does is shrug and get me a counseler, my dad tells me he'll just send me to an instution. But, my girlfriend is really the only one that gets me out of that certainty that I am going to die. She was there when I cut a vein, and I found a way to stop the bleeding. She was there when I nearly jumped off a bridge...and held me from the edge. My first attempt was stopped, simply by knowing she was there to care about me.