Glass

When you stop fearing death, and start fearing life. This is the point when you need help. But at this point, there's no way anything can help, you're too shattered to try to put the pieces back together.

I am numb. I don't want some stupid cliche jock boy to swoop in and try to fix me. I'm perfectly fine like this. I'm lonely, I try to tell myself that's ok. I know it's not. I need help. There's no point though. I finally know why people kill themselves. One simple fact. You don't have to try. I don't want to try anymore. That's why I've decided to die.