I thought I'd share this poem my daughter wrote several years ago (at the time she was almost 13), and see what you all think of it. I showed it to her therapist at the time, who didn't have much to say. My daughter pretty much refused to go to anymore therapists after that, saying they weren't helping anything. Cry For Help I hate myself. I hate everything. Every time I get happy, something goes wrong, When Im happy, I think about the bad things, and the happiness goes away. Someone help me, to see the good things of life, the what a wonderful word view, that I never see. I wanna live, and like it. But this is getting to be too much. Too much to handle, too much to deal with. The world hates me, I hate it. I need someone to love, someone that will stay in my life until I die. Someone that will love me back. I no there is someone in this world, but theyre not showing themselves. And if they dont hurry, I will commit the awful deed, suicide. I hate going home, I strive for freedom. Where I can do anything, anything I want in this world. With that one person, that person that loves me. What a perfect world that would be, with no troubles, and no dying. noone to hurt you, noone to kill you, noone to harass you, only one person, who will live until you die and will love you so much, that they kill themselves because of their loss. But that world isnt showing itself. Im scared of what Im going to do to myself next. Please, please, help.