Hey, Ethan.
I know you don’t know me, but I thought I’d come and keep you company.
It’s probably kind of scary in there. Dark. And cold.
I’ll watch over things out here for you, okay?
You don’t have to be afraid.
♪ I think you'll like it here. ♪
♪ I think you'll like it here... ♪
♪ There's a beautiful view. ♪
♪ It's a nice spot to be. ♪
♪ Up on a hill, under a cottonwood tree. ♪
♪ There'll be birds in the spring. Fireflies in July. ♪
♪ Leaves will turn yellow. You'll see the snow fly. ♪
♪ Peaceful all year. ♪
♪ I think you'll like it here. ♪
♪ I think you'll like it here... ♪
♪ No one tearing you down. No more dreading the hall. ♪
♪ Or finding your name scratched upon each bathroom stall. ♪
♪ Here, it's tranquil and calm. Nothing but sky and earth. ♪
♪ No one can harm you or question your worth. ♪
♪ Just rabbits and deer ... ♪
♪ I think you'll like it here... ♪
♪ Do you like it here? ♪
♪ Are you glad that you did it? ♪
♪ Was it the right thing to do? ♪
♪ Are you filled with regret? ♪
♪ Do you think I should die too? ♪
♪ Would I like it here? ♪
♪ Would I finally fit in, with the worms and the dirt, ♪
♪ buried so deep far from the pain and the hurt? ♪
♪ But then what would I miss? Dating and learning to drive? ♪
♪ Mom, Dad and Janie? ♪
♪ Just ... ♪
♪ being alive? ♪
♪ Guess nothing is clear ... ♪
♪ Would I like it here? ♪
I was feeling so alone.
I'm glad I asked for help.
Ask for help.
If you're thinking about suicide or need support, call the Trevor life line.