Like broken glass stops the glass from being glass. I destroyed my essence, my soul, my life. I filled my body with feelings that are not meant to be felt every day, feelings that are not feelings; they are stabs. One, two, three: one more drop of love lost in the misty air of my near death. I’m own by cruelty, violence and bullying. No position for me to be in this world. Enough people, enough hate. I have decided that I have to erase myself.