• I cry out in pain as my tears, meaningless, fall to the floor.
    My cheeks stained from the endless sorrow,
    A single phone call, lost in the memories of my friends,
    The phone call, being the message for my final goodbye to everyone,

    I sharpen my knife as my walls close in,
    Making sure this time that my attempt will be successful,
    As I touch the blade to my skin, only one thought remains,
    With a flick of the wrist, and a moment of peace, it all ends.