Maybe if "Nobody" comes back this might help. If not, Maybe this will help someone else. This is kinda long, but important nonetheless.I tried to commit suicide when I was 14. I had contemplated it often since I was 11 or 12. Even times when I was younger from around 4 and up I wished I had never been born at all. As a result of abuse and abandonment this is what I was left with. Sadness, Fear, Loneliness, the feeling of Worthlessness. When I was 14 I was very depressed. It was over a girl, but the deeper issue was what was being caused by the above. I was head over heals for this girl but she rejected me of and on and played mind games. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt rejected by my dad who left when I was 2, and left with a mom that abandoned me when I was 2 that same year. I was adopted by my grandparents, but my mother eventually got me back. When I was too little to defend my self the abuse was physical. When I got bigenough to defend myself the abuse was mental. I wont go into specifics.As you can see, with the original rejection, the rejection of someone else that I "loved" and that I thought "loved" me was more than I could take. The night I decided to do this, I went and to talk to my mom. She wouldn't hear a word I said, she was way to busy getting ready to go out. I don't remember what she told me, but it was something along the lines of "oh yeah?" and that was it. I planned it so I'd get caught by my then "ex" girlfriend.I went to the cabinet and jacked my moms muscle relaxers, some kind of pain pills that to this day I have no idea what they were. There were 2 bottles, 1 had 1 pill, I took that. The other was full, so I snatched it. I was skating to my girlfriends appartment (I was a skater btw) poppin the pills all the way. I think I counted 32 pills that I took. After I got there I borrowed a glass of water cause my mouth was dry from the pills. I took the glass and went off and sat somewhere by myself and kept taking them. She ended up finding me.Realizing what I was doing she freaked smooth out! By this time I was ate up, the pills were kickin in and I think I could barely stand straight, like I was drunk. She called 911, some how I ended up in her living room. Next thing I know I'm in the ambulance. I heard my mom in the background laughing and carrying on. The EMT guys were treating me like absolute skum. They told me "You're mom says you only took one pill" I was crushed! At that moment I was lowest as I'd ever been. I thought for a second about what eternity was like. I figured, well, when I die, I'll just be nothing, or just floating in nothing. I thought, yeah, I can just say yeah, I took one pill. Walk off and lay down in the field and watch the stars as I faded away.Something in me said, "NO! FIGHT LIVE!" all of a sudden I got super angry. I cussed the EMT guys out and told them what I took. "Well kid, you're about to go through some excruciating pain. Tell the truth, how many did you take?" I told them I said, "Get this S#$# outta me!" Off I went. I got my stomach pumped, they were right, it hurt like nothing I've ever felt before, very miserable.At this time, Mom wasn't there, Girlfriend wasn't there, Friends weren't there. I was alone again. Luckily the physical pain outweighed the pain in my heart at that moment. When that was all done, I ended up in ICU. Still, no mom, no friends, no one. Now I was completely devistated. A couple psychs came to talk to me, I think I scared one of them pretty bad. I got locked in treatment center at the same hospital.I was there 3 months, still no mom, no friends. My grandparents eventually came to see me. My "girlfriend" brought me a teddy bear with her perfume on it. No mom, until I got to go home on the weekends as my levels moved up. I still felt low. I was crushed in my heart, my mind, my spirit my everything. I just felt worthless.Things got better though. I met my wife soon after I got out of treatment. She's been a pilar for me. She's loved me unconditionaly for the past 16 years. I now have 2 beautiful children and a very good close friend that would even die for me, and be there when ever. My life is great now. Not that I didn't go through some more hell, that admitedly I put myself through. But, it's all better. There are still trials as expected in life.To this day I thank the Lord! For my life and for my wife and kids and my best friend. I'd be missing out of the best gifts the Lord had planned for me years down the road.Sometimes it seems bleak, and seems you're all alone. You're not! Whether you believe in Jesus or not, He's standing by yourside, hurting as bad as you are hurting. He's longing to give you the hope and love in your life that he has planned for you! Don't sell yourself short because you don't feel worthy of anything, or because someone else has lied to you or abused you or abandoned you. You are loved and aside from Christ and In Christ, there are people who care and love you!Don't give up and if you need help go get it! Call suicide hotlines, call someone!Don't be afraid to talk to God, tell him how you feel, Yell and scream stomp your feet, cry and wale, whatever, just let him know.