He start's to cut.  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Tear's start to roll down his face. Seven, Eight, Nine.  Deeper and deeper, as the blood runs down his arm and drip's onto the floor he cant stop crying.  Thing's start to get blurry, his breathing start's to get shallow. Everything is getting darker and darker.  More and more blood.  He closes his eye's takes a deep breath, smiles.  The blade slip's out of his hand, the blood still dripping on the floor.  He takes his last breath.   At his funeral only those true to him showed up, many tears were shed for a boy that didn't have a chance that he deserved.  Many words were said but nothing could bring him back.  She has his last note that  he rote  "When i die don't cry, look at the sky and say goodbye.  Don't morn my death, celibrate my life for we only have one"