I remember the day my body went numb. It was the same day I stopped looking for a way out. I no longer fought the constant urge to be rid of the hazy darkness inside me. It's cold embrace slithered around me and I felt compelled to accept it. My veins became ridged like ice. My eyes were clouded, but no tears came. I was welcoming in my own demise. It promised me things I only thought were fiction. The sensation of feeling no sensation at all. A beautiful peace unlike anything I'd ever imagined. All I had to do was let it in. I just had to let go of all that I once held dear. My past, my present, and my future. Was I ready to give up my life just to feel closure? It's such a silly thing really. To think that since one life was taken too soon that another lays in agony waiting to be next.