I woke up one night walked to the kitchen grabbed the knife. Slit my skin just to watch the blood drip from my veins. The pain is almost gone now.My sorrows almost dead now.I look to the floor see my blood dripping to the floor.My heart stops beating for a while, I can't breath. Could this be it, is my death near? Will all my pain and depression be gone forever now? But suddenly my breath came back and I began to see. My blood is not the answer.
