Why is it, that whenever I try to help, I get nothing in return? Not a thank you, not a no, just silence. The pain felt at both ends is intense, leaving nothing but even more silence, pushing the sort of sorrow that lingers until one is brave enough to strike it down with a powerful word.

It's not difficult. The life ahead is even more than anyone could ever assume, its much more sickening to think that the last thing one said to another is "go away." Only to realize that one word is the last thing you ever said. The world is cruel, people always judging, always hating. Difficult tasks can't be achieved alone. That's why you have friends. To help you. Though words are harsh, and often difficult to understand, it helps to hear them sometimes. There's no other way to the truth, no matter how painful it is.

We all wish they'd help. We all wish that till the end of days we have someone there to hold each other's hands, before leaping into the great abyss of darkness that only one person can light. So lets do this together. Not with our backs to the wall.