The silver blade slips from my hand as the clock in my room strikes 12
A stream of red rolls down my arm
4 glistening red drops of the liqiud falls to my tile floor
Tears start to roll down my cheeks
I have just grasped the reality of what I have done
I am going to die
I start sobbing uncontrollable now
The wind whistle past my window as i count down the mintues I have left
The river of blood continues to stream.
I wish I could take…I could take it all back
I settle myself onto the floor and prepare to die
My world start to close in on me
I can only hear one sound…my slowing down heart
As I slip away I think…