I sit staring at my scars...the ones i've put in place myself...the razorblade inches from my vein...i should have done it while i had the chance.....i can hear his desprate screams of my name....i can feel his footsteps growing more and more faster more and more desprate as the time passes by.....i say my last good byes..i raise the razorblade and slice down my arm......just as i raise it again to make the fatal cut....he grabs it from my hand...he silently stares in horror at what i've done...i look up at him tears in my eyes....i wisper softly...i'm sorry......
