The blade i hold slowly cuts into me skin, as i look down red rivers make they way down my arm.
the blade feels cold, the silver of the blade is now red with blood the blood that use to travel my body. I say once last pray before i die, i said life was not for me i wish i had love the girl who loved me, i wish i could see why i should stay alive. i put all force on the blade and slice it as fast as i could. i dropped moments later I'm free at last i said to myself
