I tried **** myself,
Not with a rope
Not with a knife,
Not my body.

I tried to **** my soul,
Not entirely I
But my mind
Convincing and hounding,
With logic

And I could feel it,
Screaming,
Gasping,
Tears.
I felt as each fiber began to shred,
Bleeding with my sanity.

Each tear, holding a shred of my soul,
Each piece tiny,
But huge.

I tried to **** myself,
On the 6th of april.
And i would have succeeded,
If not for the sun calling me
Beckoning me,
Loving me.
Just like its warmth promised.

And I could see my stars
Twinkling for another,
And that,
Saved my soul.

My stars fell,
But my sun saved them.