I can't describe the pain the pain that you feel. I can't tell what is worse what drove me to this, my only option of escape or watching the blood drip down from the blade
I look down at the lines I just drew across my wrists my body the canvas, the blade my pencil I do not feel fear, I do not feel sorrow, I feel joy as I watch the seconds on the clock continue to count I know that soon, so very soon I will be free
I can't describe the pain the pain that you feel
Sometimes I hate that I believe that I will be going to hell when I die, funny how fear of an afterlife keeps me here