I was broken, shattered and everything was taken away from me. I had no choice but to give up. Give up on everything. Give up on myself. Every time I tried to move on, the strings in my life pull me back so strong that neither could I move an inch from where I was nor could I break those strings. Why did they do this to me? How could they do this to me? I lost everything. I LOST MYSELF! Why am I living? For what? For whom? I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror tapping my fingers on the basin, thinking that my strings would pull me back any moment but something made me feel they weren’t gonna pull me this time and for the last time I looked into the mirror ‘INTO THE MIRROR’ to see myself but what I saw was all the terrible things that happened in my life, every possible reason why I could end my life right now. I closed my eyes and all I could remember was the 21 good old days in my miserable life…
