I hate how I didn't try hard enough to convince my bf not to kill himself. I hate how I didn't try hard enough to contact him. Now he's burning in hell because of me. I wish I was there for him. I wish I could've protected him from getting raped. Why I would take his place getting raped,bullied,and dying. I hate how I made myself look like I'm moved on and I'm good but I'm not. I'm not fine I can't do it with out him. If only I fucking killed myself. I want to be with him. only if I tried harder he is still with me.