I was alone at our house. I woke up 8 am, started crying cuz I genuinely wish not to wake up again. I cried and cried until I got tired and cry again, over and over again. I wasn't in the right mind, I wrote my family and friends a letter, saying I'm sorry cuz I'm having suicidal thoughts. I even told one of my friends that I need help and that I'm thinking about hurting myself, they said that I should do something that will make that thought go away. after that I put my phone to silent. Walked down to the kitchen, I took ng the knife and pills. I was about to cut myself when I heard the door opens, and it was my dad from work, he doesn't know what I'm about to do. I wasn't aware that it's already 12 noon. so I quickly put down the pills and knife before he noticed. But my face looks terrible. I pretended to be okay and I'm facing the floor as Dad handed me some foods and told me to eat. I started crying again as he walked outside. Then that hits me, I think I was saved from what I'm about to do. Writing this rn while crying. I know I need some help and someone to talk to...