Another poem....( ͡

The imaginary thoughts pierce into me like blades, just like the blades I used to cut myself. I was in such dealt. Why have I done this to myself? I cry so much all the water is gone. I wonder why though of killing myself in so long? But I try to convince myself these thoughts are wrong, that I can be strong, that I can defeat them all. But I dont know how long it takes, but all I know is that my heart is becoming too cold to break.