The Frost

Frost

This frost appeared overnight while I was sleeping. I woke up to my world covered in delicate crystals. At first glance, it looked like ordinary snow. But when you get up close, you could see the intricate fragile structure it was. If you touched it the wrong way, the whole thing would fall apart. The topic of suicide seems to be like this frost. From a distance, no one knew what I was experiencing. If they got close enough they would see how much pain I really felt. But if they got too close and pushed beyond what I was ready to talk about, I would break down.