A glass or
a shiny piece of crystal could be compared to me. I was the exact same. Words
can ruin my world and I'm there alone in the sea of lies, where my soul lives.
I was wondering in many suicidal attempts but I had to be strong not to reach a
knife or a rope. My life would be so much easier but I have to fight and stand
even if there's no one to stand with. Sometimes I'm very close to suicide but
hope always stops me. There were several times when I held a knife to my heart,
scratching the skin but never deeper. I tried to love myself but it just didn't
work. Would someone notice if I killed myself in my room?
