I’ve dealt with being suicidal. My family hates me and eachother, my mom left me and I have an abusive dad. But I mentioned killing myself and they reminded me how much they would miss me. The school wanted to put me on pills because I kept mentioning it but nobody understood. My family still sucks but now I understand that I matter more than I think. And you matter more than you think. If you kill yourself you don’t know what you’ll miss or how sad you’ll make the ones who care about you.