Hope

A sliver

Nothing more

That sits

In my hand.

And yet

Without it

Life means

Nothing.

Having accompanied me

During the darkest hours

I walked

Upon this sphere.

When I denied

Its very existence

In my life.

Like a friend

Who has betrayed

My trust.

Out of fear.

Scared

If I start dreaming

Once more.

They'll be taken away

And smashed

Upon life's rocky shoals

By Fate's cruel hands.

Like the other times

I dared

To do so.

But

To heal

I need to break

This viscous cycle.

Else

Face a bleak reality

Of more suicide attempts

Before succeeding

With one.

Author's Note

Before the age of twelve, I have attempted several suicide attempts, never once sharing, the inner pain, I was experiencing from the abuse, I was receiving or the inner conflict, I had, over my gender identity. Each day lived, adds another day, to the total, since my last suicide attempt, over the holiday season of 2010-11, when I was prepared to OD on my diabetic medication.