music that plays in my head wonít stop.
telling me to stop the pain
I donít know how.
I pick my knife up and slice my wrists.
blood run down my arms.
begin to run down my face.
drop to the floor and begin to shake.
forming in a puddle in the middle of the floor.
try to scream but only a whimper of a help comes out.
can still hear the music running through my mind.
lying still on the floor.
eyes closed and I canít hear anything.
end is coming near,
end of all my pain
is the end.