finding someone

Its weird how before you would wake up and pray for anything to happen to end it all. Like when you were in a car going  to school, wishing it would get in a crash and only you would die. Or walking home at night hoping something bad would happen to you. Or even wanting to end it yourself, hoping maybe this time I'll cut deep enough,  or if I take this many it'll end my suffering. Maybe a shot to the head will cease all the voices. Then days go by, then they turn into weeks,  then into months and you slowly start to realize you've stopped wishing for death. You wonder when did this begin to happen, the cuts have stopped too, the pain you felt everyday is gone. You no longer wish to die, or take your own life because you've found something or someone. You've found someone who makes you want to live, someone who makes you scared to die because you dont want to leave them. But not just one person, multiple, more people who each give you a reason to stay. Someone who keeps you motivated, someone who lets you be you, someone who isn't afraid to let you know when you're being stupid. so many people who have made a major impact on your life, people who have made you forget the negative. People that drown out the voices whenever You're near them. People you can't imagine being without because now they've helped you find what really matters, yourself.