I dedicate this poem to my friend Matt who helped me get through some very hard times.

One day long ago, the world seemed great.
The next thing I knew, my name was said with hate.
My heart was grieved, my brain was fed.
I thought it would be better, to be dead.

One day at school, my friend said to me.
“You should join band, let your troubles go free”.
I took his advice and at first was mad.
Now I look back and am very glad.

The rough times don’t leave.
Unless you believe.

No matter how you are feeling, don’t think that suicide is ever the right answer. Things might seem bad, but they will get better. Troubles are temporary, suicide is forever.