I remember sitting in a field looking up at the sky wondering when I would die. Hoping that it would be soon for I had been put down my whole life. I had been told I was ugly and that I shouldn't be alive and that I was a waste of space and many other mean things were said. I would get so close to Suicide in the past just one step further and I would of been dead. I would cut myself hoping that the pain would go away. But it always stayed there no matter what I did or no matter what others did. It was like I wasn't supposed exist in the first place. For I was so depressed that I couldn't function at one time. I would pray to god to please kill me already because I thought I didn't deserve to live. I would go to bed each night hoping I wouldn't wake up the next morning. But I was to scared to tell anyone that I felt this way for my mom would of put me in a crazy house. For the rest of my life just because I felt this way. But then things changed all of a sudden when I met him.