looking at these blades i think of so many failed attempts ive washed them in my blood hoping this will be the one but it never came this time it will this time ive sharpened honed the edge this time ill feel it as i drag it across my wrist feel my veins pop feel it slice my fleash feel my blood seep from my body i think finaly this is it i can feel it once, twice, three times now the other one, two, three now im standing here i feel my life slowly sliping away i see him in the shadows come to take me away i tell him finaly you show your ******* face he chuckels says not yet and disappers im standing in a pool of blood my blood screaming fine i try again every night untill you take me