Truly heart felt poem about a person who was needing help who waited til it was to late I personally never reached out for help while I was going through scuicide thoughts I used to cut everyday in the morning and in the night I eventually got past those monents with writing poems of course they were umm very very creepy poems about scuicide so I never published them I might someday but not yet but writing helped me lots through my time I was going through. But altogether it was mostly the support I got from my friends that mostly made me want to live and I thank them for that not in person they didn't know I did that but they were helping me everyday without even knowing it and I indeed thank them for that everyday in my head