“You look through drawers.. Once you find it.. What is it for.. You know damn well what its for.. You slid down the door.. You grip it tight in your right hand and pull up your sleeve.. You feel the cold metal press against your skin.. You press down till you know it's in.. Then? You slice your wrist.. The pain stays not it going away.. You slice and dice again.. Pain... There it goes.. it's away.. Slice and Dice one more time.. Then you're fading away.. Your thinking great.. The Slice and Dice worked.. You finally black out.. But.. You wake in the morning and think to yourself Oh Shit here we go Again..”
