My god! All these stories are so sad.. I have never had anyone close to me actually committ suicide but I had one get close to it.
Back in high school I dated this guy for like a year and we ended up getting hooks on drugs. Well after several months of doing this I went into rehab but he didn't. I broke up with him but he would keep showing up at my bedroom window like every night trying to get me to go back and do drugs with him. Well one day after school he called me begging and pleading to see me saying he really needed to talk to someone and that he wanted to stop doing drugs, so I decided to go over to his house only to find him in his bath tub with his wrists slit vertically covered in blood with carvings of my name all over his chest and arms. I called his mom and we took him to the hospital.
The horrible thing is, he never got out of the drugs or got help for his depression. He's not going to live past 30 I know it, but It's a good thing I ahve nothing to do with him anymore!!!!
If you can't handle the thorns, don't crave the rose!!