I want it so bad I can taste it. The pain and then, the numbness. I can see the blood flow. I can feel the razor bite. I want to so bad, but I shouldn't. Its like an addiction. I don't want to cut up my legs, I want to cut up my wrists.

One little cut and I won't have to feel anymore. I'll be free of this. I won't want to cry and I won't want to die because I'll be dead. I won't have to worry about all of this and I'll be okay, for good.

I'm breaking. I am shattering. I can't stop it. I'm sorry everyone. Please understand. I love you all, but I need to disapper. I need to hide. You can try and come find me, I wish you all the best of luck.

Know. Life has a way of surprising you. It also has a way of ripping you apart.

The glass felt cold, dead, like he wanted to be.

With broken sob, he fell to the floor among the broken pieces of the mirror.

I've sunk. I'm gone. I'm drounding so fast, no one will save me. Everytime I go to scream, my lungs fill with water and I choke. Again and agaim, I try, but to no anvil.

I wish I could hold on to this. I wish I could be happy and smiling for real, like I am with him.

My world is crumbling around me, all because I found something good and I don't want to give it up.

Your voice echos in my head and I can't get it to stop.