I held the knife up to my wrist...I let my blood flow...
...that blood which seemed to cure my broken heart because you’re not here
anymore.
But no matter how hard I tried, I know I couldn’t have you with me, id
rather lay here and die now...life goes by so quickly.
But then I realized I was not alone. I had thought so much about myself
that I forgot my friends were there...but they still stood firm!
They are my wall of comfort, where I could share with them my pain.
They picked me up and carried me...and they healed my heart, now I am who I
am today.

 
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