There are times in your life where you beg for a time machine to go back to those moments where you could've chosen different.
Right now for me was one of those times.
Here I was, 20 years old, sitting on my bathroom floor with a razor blade across from me, just taunting me.
My mind racing, thinking about what I could've done different.
How the hell end up here?
How could one person reck me so bad?
I remember the exact day I laid eyes her. She looked so helpless as she tried picking her change up from off the floor to pay for the cab.
Little did I know that later she would be the reason why, I was sitting here contemplating suicide.
Because what's the point of living if your heart is missing?
