I cry in rivers.
I'm not loved.
I'm not cared for.
I should just end my life.
And with this cut,
I bring memories.
About how my family loved me,
And how they brought me happiness.
I'm feeling numb.
And cold.
All the pain goes away,
Drip after drip.
The blade falls to the floor.
I can't take death away.
The damage is done.
No one can help me now.
I just lie there in a pool of blood.
And the only thing I remember last,
Was how my mother cried over my body.
