I try so hard to make everyone happy.
No one seems to notice that something is
horribly wrong.

I have lost all interest in everything I loved.
Tiny red marks have started to grow,
a little deeper,
           a little longer,
a little wider.

I sleep all the time,
but you best believe I'll say,
I'm just fine.

Its coming closer, I know I'm ready.
Just give me a few minutes to collect my composure.

I'll need a steady hand, to make sure this goes just right.

Pop the cap,
grab the blade, and
the rope.

Just relax, I totally got this.