Thunder
Rain
Alone
At home
Thoughts
Of death
Knife
Unsteady
No more
Of this
Empty world
Knife
On wrist
Knock
On the door
A voice
No. Focus.
Tears
Knock
'Open up'
Knife
Now steady
Ready
Slit
Tears
Smile
Blur
Collapse
Blood
Knock
Blur
Glas­s shatters
A voice
'No!'
Darkness
Engulfing
Too late