I CUT MYSELF TO EASE THE PAIN I FEEL INSIDE.WHEN I SEE THE BLOOD RUN DOWN MY ARM I WANT TO CUT DEEPER SO THAT ALL THE PAIN IS GONE.THEN I CUT ONE MORE TIME IT STINGS HAVE I CUT TO DEEP?O-NO I CUT A VAIN..THERE'S TO MUCH BLOOD I FALL TO THE FLOOR THE BLADE ON THE SIDE OF ME..I STAY THERE LOOKING AT THE CIEALING THEN I TAKE MY LAST BREATH OF AIR O-HOW SWEET IT IS TO DIE.
