The silence seems so loud

The cold linoleum floor makes me shiver as i cut deep into my wrists with a sharp razor. it burns but only for a second. i watch the blood trickle to the ground. the red blood on the white floor bright and yet so dark. i slice the skin a second time tears roll down each cheek. so much pain so much anger. i can't control it anymore. why does it have to be like this? the walls seem to be closing in my head feels as if its heavy enough to burst. i can't stand this. the silence seems so loud. i reach over the blood soaked rag and turn on music. i lay on my side, my cheek on the cold floor listening intently to the beats. letting them run through me. no one will ever understand. no one will ever notice that i am gone.