I could never give up because I am too much of a coward to take the silver blade and let it kiss my precious fine, white wrist and let the dark blood run down and drippy drip drip down my finger tips onto the tile floor of my bathroom, the same bathroom where I have stood in the shower crying because no one can hear your pain over the murmuring of the water and you get this feeling as if you are being cleansed only to step out of the shower and begin to sin again. The same place where I have stood in front of the mirror staring at all my imperfections and pointing every single one of my flaws silently wishing that I was a different person in different skin. Wishing I was perfect. However we all have different perspectives of perceptions of perfection. AW