FRACTURE

I can’t take it anymore. I’ve always wanted to end my life, but I’ve never committed to it. A little light still sparkles in front of my eyes, showing me a tiny bit of hope… a small desire to live, to see myself become someone I’ve always wanted to be.

I’ve always wondered how it would feel to push the sharp edge of a knife through my chest… through my heart. I heard that stabbing someone feels the same as scooping ice cream with a spoon. I don’t know if that’s true—I think I might try it one day.

I pray for my healing. I hope my distress slowly fades away. I hope that, one day, I’ll become free—able to make my own choices, to live by my own decisions—not by the will of others.