I have a friend. And we'll just name him Isaiah. He is a pretty good friend. And that's because of depression. He wants to kill himself. And so do I. But I swear to y'all, to the girl on the streets, to the boy with the knife, to y'all on the edge of that 7 story building, ready to jump, that it's okay. I understand you. I understand your suicide. I understand why you hold that knife, I know why you are on that building. but I also understand why it took you so long to grab the knife. And i understand why you hesitate before jumping. I am there for you and I think that all suicidal and depressed people should stay alive and if for no other reason, stay alive for me, stay alive for the other people. there's always someone who needs you. I know a lot of people who are mad at me right now because they think I'm hypocritical because I want to kill myself and I cut alot and I am so fricking suicidal. But I swear, I'd rather other people stay alive. Because it's so hard to tell myself what I tell you. I am here for you. Other people are there for you ( I swear it on everything). Twenty One Pilots is here. Don't Die. It'll Be Okay.