"What if I told you your text saved from suicide?
The only time I tried it. But everything was perfect. The number of pills. The type of the pills. The hour. The suicide note. Everything was ready.
But, suddendly, I got a text on my phone. It was a reply to a text I had sent two days ago. And the message was pretty simple. "Hey.". And that simple word distracted me to take my own life.
At the time, I thought it was a sign of God that I wasn't ready to die, that suicide was not the way out.
But who would have guessed that now you're part of the reason I wanna try it again?
Once a salvation, now a reason."

Today I had a really awkward dream, or, better said, nightmare. I dreamt I was the best friend of a girl that was really depressed. She has been diagnosed with a severe depression and anxiety disorder, and she was really suicidal. She self-harmed and had loads of panick attacks. She was in love with a dude that didn't care much about her.
As you can assume by the text I wrote above, she once was ready to commit suicide, and he texted her back, and saved her.
However, some months later, she tries it again, but this time, no one saved her. She had an overdose, and that text over there was found next to her, asking to deliver to the dude she's in love with.

Although it was just a dream, I experienced it really intensily . I woke up with a sharp pain on my chest, with the feeling I had lost someone. Weird.