Death is no easier Kelwin. You lie there, six feet underground, soul in a place that may be better may be a million times worse while the people who care for you on this earth wrap themselves up in their own sadness and try to cope with the idea that you're no longer here.
The scars on your arms are beautiful, if only to me. They resemble a boy who has been through hell and back and has been strong enough to not end his life this far in.
It gets better. Things lighten up, love falls upon you in the most dark of times. It seems like a fairytale in a book but it is true, it's happened to me, it'll happen to you.

Kelwin stay with us please!

Kelwin Don't!!!!!!

Please Kelwin, don't. I meant what I said last night too you. Please? If you go, then I do too. Please dear, now the question you posed to me is reversed. Please, make your choice.

If you were dead, I'd miss you too much, you are such a bright shining star, don't give up on life, don't throw it away, this poem is so sad and full of wonderful writing!

I feel you...especially tonight, I would welcome it with open arms tonight

I don't know you but from the sounds of it there are people here you do and care about you greatly if not for you and your family then for your family on here...stay