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Everything spinning round and round.
Images I can't make out.
Things going through my mind.
Every thought is not mine.
Thoughts of suicide.
Of broken hearts.
I see red and black and green and orange.
They are mixing together.
Then spreading apart.
Here come the images.
They race threw my head.
I can't think straight.
My head hurts so bad right now.
I can't concentrate on one thing.
Many things crowd my eyes.
I see blood pouring from someones wrist.
I can see their face.
It is distorted and screaming with hate.
I can see in her eyes.
They are full of pain.
She starts to laugh as I go into darkness.
I come back to light laughing.
I see it was me.