I close my eyes not for good but only just a moment to rest my eyes and clear my thoughts. I open my eyes and I strangely grow mad, I wish they were closed for good. As I walk through the high school doors I realize I still have 1 more long year of this torture. my emotions grow stronger as I drag the silver across my wrist and my outer thigh, I see the liquid drip out and I can taste the bitter sweet taste of blood dance across my tongue.