Hating Me

Why is a horrible, yet necessary question. I got a phone call the
other night. That was the first time I have cried in a while. It is
amazing to me how you think that someone isn't that important in your
life, but when they're on the other side of the phone with a knife in
their hand threatening to commit suicide, things change. Things change
drastically, and very fast. And just when you think they're going to
make it, you see them at school Monday, and they tell you they've quit
feeling. Because whenever they feel good, something bad is inevitable.
It's also amazing how when someone takes the time to write it out, it
means so much more, and how it can affect someone's life in just a few
seconds. Oh, and there is one more thing that is amazing to me. After
you write it, and they read it, they can look you in the eye, and, with
a wry, lop-sided, sarcastic grin, say, "I hate you." But if that's what
keeps you alive, then hate me forever.