People call me suicide boy but my name is Adam I'm 15 years old I'm  in 4th year at high school I've been labelled freak because I tried to take my own life and when I went back to school I was bullied but this time it's worse even my own friends laugh and make jokes when I was in hospital no one visited me not even my own parents people in school say nasty things to me but my teachers just ignore it because I'm a waste of space I act like it doesn't bother me but inside it's killing me my own mum and dad are ashamed of me because I failed at suicide but I feel like it's my only way out and I've got nothing to live for I've got no friends or family I just can't deal with life and I don't want to be here i feel like I'd be doing everyone a favour but the sad thing is that suicide doesn't end the pain it just passes it on to someone else at night I just stare in the mirror with the tears streaming down my face just telling myself to hold on and be strong most nights I sit in the dark corner of my room and think everything over and over in my head I'm shaking in fear the thoughts of how to end my life I get so tempted to pick up the razor just one more time I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror I see the razor beside the bath tub but before I pick it up I write a note to my parents (I'm sorry I can't be the perfect son I just needed someone to care for me like parents are supposed to I'm not me anymore and I can't live in a world where I'm no longer wanted) I pick up the razor and cut my wrist the blood is running down my arm it's a feeling of one more I cut deeper this time the note slipped from my hands I could feel my knees giving up I fall to the ground after an hour passed my mum walked into the bathroom to find her only son lying in a pool of his own blood she let out a shriek which got my dads attention he ran into the bathroom and he fell to the ground he picked up my lifeless body and rushed me to the hospital an hour later the doctor sat beside my mum and you could see the pain in his eyes he didn't need to say a word before my mum knew I was gone later that night my parents went home to get changed our there blood covered clothes my dad walked into the bathroom to find the note he was reading it when his tears fell to the paper and he he turned and said to my mum if only we listened and paid more attention