One cut, one scar. The blade hasn't gone to far. But from all the times I have been beat, it might as well go deep. Deeper and deeper, into my wrist, I already know that I will not be missed.
One drop, two drops, three drops, four. Now my blood is spilling on the floor. A strange smile comes to my face, as my life begins to fade, now I know I have killed the mistake that my parents made.
