I pick up the blade.
And drag it along my skin.
He picks up the match,
and burns it to the skin.
She picks up the pills
and pops them in.
He takes the hammer
and hits his legs pressing
on the bruises.
The girl ties the rope.
And puts it around her neck.
The boy had burn scars.
But now died.
The girl had overdosed.
She's better now dead.
He's bruised and his head hurts.
His brain stopped.
She jumped.
Now she hangs there with a smile on her face.
