When I tell people about my suicidal thoughts all they ever do is point out that I have a family who cares and a place to be, but they never understand that when people you love hurt you, especially when you're younger, that kind of thing doesn't matter. I've been hurt several times, and sometimes I lie down and just think how calm it would be to end it all. All the long nights of tears, having to pretend nothing is wrong, all the people in my life saying how crap at stuff I am. But nobody realises the strenghth love has had on me. Anybody feel the same?