I stand alone in my room,
Listening to the voices of death in my head...
I look away,
One more time to the frame that holds my family.
I take the blade and run it slowly down my weak arms...
I dig deeper in,
Slowly,... Steadily,.... deeper I go.
Making the pain slowly rot... decay from my soul.
I move the blade to my heart,
Making sure it is exact with the mark.
I hear it beat... thumping so loudly.
My hands shake, making the point bite my chest.
I look to see the blood run down my withered stomach.
With one final shove, I make it go through..
Through the life of me...
Making my eyes bleed, heart sink... feelings ...
g..o..n..e....

More like a story.. but o well. heh :-)
 
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