I am trying so hard. The only thing keeping me from cutting, is the fact that I will get sent back to the hospital. Even with that in mind, I almost do it. It is my escape. My release. I am trying not to cry, but a tear escapes, and runs down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away. Hold it in. I sit and stare out the window. I am getting closer and closer to feeling completely defeated, and like I lost. "I can't do this anymore" I realize. What's the point? Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it's just starting to fall apart. "I can't do this anymore." Inside, I am fragile. I have had so many things thrown at me. Each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of, is shattering.