Red is the ultimate medicine or sadness.

~if you understand this, I'm so sorry.

I loved you baby
but baby, you left me
you let me go.
now I get revenge.

The blood, it flows so smoothly. it runs down my arm. my blood pumps through my body into the open air. that's it. the feeling of death. suicide.

And then, I jumped.

I want to die.

And every night, all of them, all the sad people of the world, they are screaming, whether inside, or out.

Cut.
1. A plain line, small and shallow
2. A line, splitting open, though only a small bit.
3. Splitting open, a lot, but no stitches
4. Stitches
5. Veins in danger.

Why do we bother with smiles when all we think about are tears.

A noose?
or a gun?
or a knife?
Or a building?
and bye

"But you can't run out of your mind."