I drew this piece through my own past experiences of suicide, whether it pertained to friends, foes, and family. This piece, specifically, was about how I had considered suicide for the longest time about two years ago. My cousin, who was and still is very close and dear to me, was staying with me over winter break. And, one night, I just confessed everything to her. To my shock and shame, she started crying in fear that I would actually die and leave her alone and depressed. I felt absolutely horrible after seeing that it was my own selfish and depressed thoughts that had made my dear cousin cry. From that day on, I vowed I would stay on this her, if just for her. I wrote this poem from the point of view of my cousin, whom I hope knows that she saved me that night.