I lay against the cold wood , I hear the sounds of raindrops against the window pane .
I was alone.
I was cold .
I screamed for help , but the only rescue I got was my razor.
As I lifted it for the last time
A tear fell down my cheek . The only sound I hear are the kids
Laughing.
Bullying.
Calling me names .
I raise the razor up lightly and twiddled it in my fingers
The clock is ticking .
I put the razor on my skin ,
I carved , deeper than ever       .
I feel pain , I cry some more .
Knowing that I'm slowly reaching my vains. ..
I cut my vain , blood draining, pouring out  .
I fell across the floor ,
knowing no one would remember my name .
My story .
My life
My emotions .
My world slowly goes dark . All I hear is my heartbeat, and the clock.
Darkness was surrounding me , the wood floor is getting colder.
It fell like a deep eternity , I feel free.
As if I turned into a bird and flew .
Far away .
That was always my dream ,
Now I'm living it ....