Trying Hard To Save I have a friend. She is... Well, I guess what most teenage girls are like. She tells me she wants to leave. To die. I tell her to not leave me. It'd break my heart. I wouldn't live with myself knowing I had a chance to save her. If she kills herself, there's a good change she won't go where I hope her to. I can save her. At least try. I try to encourage her positively. I try to convince her it's going to bet better. I say I'll always be here and I do my best. She's lost so many. She's in the wrong family. She doesn't have much money. She does have me. She does have us, her few friends. It saddens me to see her everyday. Raising her laughter. It's fake most times. She hopes people see her. I see her. She thinks she can hide it. Hide her sorrow and #depression. And longing. She thinks I don't see it. But I do. I know her like that. I don't let her know I know though. She hates everyday. Dragging on with her #life. She wants rest, yet everyday she is up before the sun. Today, she told me, again, that she wants to die. I tell her to keep going. If she keeps going, she will go to the right place. I told her: If you die, you'll always be dead. Then I said: If you keep going, and live on, you'll live and experience love like no one had before and find joy and happiness. I try to save her. I say I can. But only God can do that. I pray He does, for her sake. She has been through a lot. I don't even know half of it. She's been through a lot. And I'm trying hard to save.