I am 13 and I have lost a lot of people who were very important in life (6 people (and more people but I don’t count them I didn’t know them that well) I am broken I am lost I feel like I am in a glass box and I can see all of my family alive and dead and the box is getting smaller and smaller I am yelling for them to help me but they don’t they just stand there two weeks ago my cuz told that she missed the person that I was before i lost people the person who smiled who laughed who was good I missed that person to but ever day I am getting better and getting help. everyday I smile a little more laugh a little more and start to loved myself just the way I am scars and all and everyday I find myself a little more. I want to tell my story to show that no matter how alone u feel u r not however dark and deep that hole is that u dug u can get out just find the light and run towards it if u can’t run walk if u can’t walk crawl if u can’t crawl have someone help u just do what ever u have to to get to that light.