My tear ducts began to burn,
The sensation turns into a steady fall of tears
As a gloss comes across my eyes, I began to wonder what I have done wrong,
Who I hurt and how me being alive is so god awfully wrong.
As tears roll down my cheeks my veins began to  protrude out of my skin.
They call to me, they want to be free
I quickly grab a cold metal blade and began to draw a straight line.
I start with the creases at my wrist and work my way down, the pain burns,
Nothing will ever quite burn as bad as it did that night.
I put my arms into the deep water that lay before me as it began to turn a blood stained red.
I panic, but soon begin to calm.
The water is completely red now, my toe nail polish which was once a bright white, so pure, had been stained a dark, screaming red.
I'm calm, my eyes glazed like a dark night sky.
My skin begins to turn a pale white, I exhale my final breath, and the dark water lie still.