I sit in the bathroom, the door locked behind me; about to end my life.
A solemn look upon my face and in my right hand I'm holding a knife.
I cut vertically, Not horizontally down my wrist.
I did it right and sliced a vein, and now the blade is blood-kissed.
Remembering the quote"Its down the street not across the street, kids.
As i begin to feel nauseous and close my eyelids.
I see the blood before my eyes as i fall to the floor saying my silent goodbyes.
