It happens.

We don't appreciate what we've got until we've lost it.

When you do,it's already gone.That's when you start to regret. 

We don't know how those harmful words you said about your friend affected them,until you've lost them.

You realise that it's possible that you've lost their friendship forever.You wish that you could take back everything that you said.

You may have never have gotten the chance to say that last goodbye to someone you love.

When you found out about it,you try and choke back tears,feeling helpless.

It's not your fault.You didn't knew it was coming.

You can't deal with your life,you're feeling jaded.

Then you eye your razorblade and...

That's the end of you,as you died.But you never fully realised..

To you,killing yourself was a form of escape.But to others, it was suicide.

Violence is not an option,even as a last resort.

If you do however,the reality sinks in,the consequences of what you've done.

Sometimes,we can never repair the foolish things that we've done.

The only thing we can do is learn from them,and move on.