by
Christina
| AS I slit my wrists I watch the blood streem down my finger tips.
As it drips from my fingersinto a black pudle on the bathroom floor, the sensation fills my body. My vision slowly fades as my eyes try to focus the black Surroundings. My heart beats so fast I feel it through out my body. As I collapse on the floor, all I can hear is the beating of my heart and every drop of blood that hits the floor. Then all sensation is gone. I am no more apart of this inhuman world filled with hate. |
