“Blasting the music,Sit in the corner with thoughts,Close my eyes, cover my ears,and realizing everything I've done, over thinking and opened my eyes, something was different, I couldn't realize it but something was.. Take my hands off my ears,Tears down my face and a razor in front of me,Hesitating to do it or not. I Throw the blade across the room with regret and hate..Look at my arm and say,''what difference can it make?!?''Go across the room,Pick up the razor, slice my wrist multiple times and then its all a blur..”