Here i am. Ive attempted death from the world more than the fingers on my hands by 5. [10 by 5] You can figure..Life isnt all thata good. im here to tell u about my survival. It was the day. The day i had enough i wasnt going to leave a note. Or any memories to anyone. i just wanted to leave..i wanted to die. Who would care? who would notice? ...Who would miss me... No one. That became evident when i became having thoughts ...and after five hours of contemplating...No one was there...i was done. i was pressured. i took xxxxx and i hid and i stood around and i had "Situations" By Escape the fate on. and i didnt kill myself yet...i cut myself first alittle...then allot...and it became like art. i was vanished from the world while the song went replay. and i finally took it and before i could stab myself in the heart my brother came down...He ran to the blood dripping down. he ran to my crying,my rant. and then he drove like mad down the streets on that rainy day at night. and i survived... do i regret it? No. Would i try it again? No. Do i still have contemplations ? Yes.