A tight knot has formed in my stomach, the room is fading and I'm breathing shallow, arms limp knees weak, at the rate I’m going the out look is bleak, that’s what you get
The hard wall caresses the back of my head, my shoulder blades pressed right up against it, the room so cold I can see my breath a whispy mist in the air, this is where I come
The blade slicing deep my skin opens with out resistance, I grit my teeth to stop myself making a sound, my parents are home and they mustn't know, the red flows from my arm
Falling to earth the red spiraling in the air, perfectly formed tear drop till it hit the floor, and joined the pool of hate and despair, the pain tells me I’m still alive