***
The
End
The
music that plays in my head won’t stop.
It’s
telling me to stop the pain
but
I don’t know how.
So
I pick my knife up and slice my wrists.
I
blood run down my arms.
Tears
begin to run down my face.
I
drop to the floor and begin to shake.
Blood
forming in a puddle in the middle of the floor.
I
try to scream but only a whimper of a help comes out.
I
can still hear the music running through my mind.
Then
it stops.
I’m
lying still on the floor.
My
eyes closed and I can’t hear anything.
The
end is coming near,
the
end of all my pain
and suffering.
It
stops,
it
is the end.
***