Crimson tears pour. Life depleting before my own eyes I do not try to stop it the blood for I wish this to be my fate. I wish this to die with my wrist sliced open the razor blade in my hand. The time I wished to end. Crimson tears pour more and more. I see it I think this is the best way. Do not wish to put the gun to my head no I want to go the way I lived with the razor blade. Crimson tears now a river my eyes close slowly. Crimson tears drain away my life I die nicly crying my crimson tears.
