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What do you do when you just don’t want to go on anymore? Not that you want life to end, but you just want to give up trying in it anymore. When you reach the point that you yourself are to blame for things becoming a mess and there is no way to pick up the pieces of life that you shattered like a window obliterated by a boys baseball. Only this wasn’t as instant of a crash of sewn leather on glass. It was more of that every so slow creaking of ice under your body when you have found yourself on thin ice in the middle of a huge lake. You can only watch as the ice slowly separates under your feet. You know moving will only make it disintegrate faster, but staying in one place is not going to save you either. Your mind knows that all is not lost. There are ways out, you can move on, however you will be cold, frozen, and hurt. A piercing freeze that will be felt for a long time.