My story, I was 15 years old and dating this boy 2 years older. I thought I was in love, the only guy I ever wanted to be with. In the October 2012 I found out I'd fallen pregnant... I was scared. I told him... He told me the child wasn't his and he hit me in the face for lying, so I left. A while later still non of my family knew, I was alone and scared. A "friend" whom I'd known since we were 6 asked me to go to his and have a coffee and a chat. So I did. I wasn't even 16. He hit me when I told him I was pregnant so hard in the stomach that in the February after I turned 16 i lost my son. 😭 I was 4 and a half months pregnant and now my mum knew because I was in hospital,😭. I lost my little boy on February 14th 2013. I'm 19 now and with a man who takes care of me in every way. But I can't stop thinking about how much I want to join him, my little man in heaven. I should be taking care of him... But I'm not. How am I supposed to cope with this? I feel so alone and as I'm writing this I'm crying and again thinking about how to end my life here to be with him😭😭😭😭 help me someone?