I am depressed
I see the shiny metal blade in my hand
I feel the blood trickling down my arm
I hear people making fun of me
I know my friends and family will be sad
I smell my burning flesh
I touch the stinging cuts and burns on my arms
I thank my parents for what they have done to raise me
I am useless
I want to kill myself
I fear someone will try to stop me
I will take my own
I am dead
