People think that being suicidal means that you want to take the rope of life and tie it to the ceiling, wrap it around your battered soul and disconnect, or take a bullet to your already fractured mind and watch the gunpowder fly, but what happens when your suicidal plan isn't that grand? What if it's flat and dull like the heart inside of your soul? What if every fractured breath you breathe is telling you that the world would mend itself without you in it? What happens when you're walking across the street and you wait 10 seconds before you walk away from the cars,...