Everybodys-Group

“I know but he needs the rest,” Mark frowned dejectedly, deftly balancing the snacks in one hand and opening the door to Jack’s room with the other. Ro stepped through first and Mark nearly ran into her when she drew up short very rapidly in front of him. He looked up. Jack swayed on his feet, dazedly glancing over at them before staring off into space. “Uh, Jack, you sure you should be up yet?” Mark wondered out loud, concerned at the way his friend seemed unsteady on his feet. Jack didn’t respond and when he shuffled back over to the thin hospital mattress and flipped down on it, they could see why. His e

Suicide Is The Answer No worries.... No pain.... No problems.... People tell me over and over that suicide isn't the answer but, what other way can I make myself stop feeling like this? No one tells me so I'm stuck here thinking of suicide. I think of suicide a lot, mostly when I have nothing to do, I think of the ways I can do it, where I can do it and when I should do it. I tell myself that this won't end unless I make it end. I have tried getting help but everything fails cos of me, I didn't listen cos depression covered my ears. Suicide is the answer for me cos everything will end, my problems. my suffering and other people sufferin