fault

in my room
mind racing
every voice
every face
every hand
that has ever done me wrong
the laughs
the pointing
the stares
the remarks
the anger
all of it goes from my brain
down my neck,
crosses my heart
runs down my arm
into my hand
and picks up the knife
they all are there
in my hand
forcing it to my other wrist
and pressing down
i am going
slowly fading from this world
and it is their fault