Sometimes I think about ending it all. Giving up or giving in. There comes this point multiple times a year where it just seems like my life has come to a standstill. I’m the highest I can be at and there’s nothing more to do. I keep holding on over and over and each time this feeling hits, the shorter my resolve grows. The closer to the edge I find myself. The sharper the blade gets, the more poisonous the pills become.