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
The sqaure grey skyline of newyork and the sunset over the desert, the bright lights of LA and the last light out at sea, the mountains of france and the hills of scotland,