The End

The music that plays in my head wonít stop.

Itís telling me to stop the pain

but I donít 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.

Iím lying still on the floor.

My eyes closed and I canít hear anything.

The end is coming near,

the end of all my pain
and suffering.

It stops,

it is the end.