As the blade draws closer to my flesh , the doubts in my head rush back and fourth .Is this right for me to to dispise my life so much to wish the icy grip of deaths hand to touch upon my own, is it right right to want to see the blood that makes its way through my veins make its way into the watery abyss that that runs through the pipes of this sad existance. Will my death make people sad? Or will they go on like I never existed in the first place. At this point there is no turning back , I must make my own decision that is right, will I chose my ultimate death or or will I choose the path that leads to life . My body trembles as the blade of my knife graces the flesh of my wrist , only a few strokes away from the river of crimson I long to see. The water flows from my eyes as my heart battles my will. Deep down i know I want to survive but right now I don't give a damn , I just want to put an end to all of my sad and painful days . There s no hope for me just empty fariytales my heart makes to make me feel better about myself. On the outside I try to keep my happy smile so no one else can see my pain but deep down I always cry . I pull the blade away from my wrist as hope fills my heart and will, making me belive that everything will be right someday .Maybe then my slient tears will be no more , until then my hopes and my dreams shall keep me alive .
Written By Me .. Kyonoko Kusanagi
