Suicide

Feel the rath of everyone's eyes.

DON'T LOOK AT ME!

I know that I'm some kind of freak, but it's not my fault.

Blood.

That's my escape.

All that I can do is slice my wrists.

STOP LOOKING AT ME!

I hate my life.

I hate this.

Nothing is right anymore.

Since you went away.

God took you away from me.

My brother.

My shining star.

No wonder why I cry.

God must hate me.

It's not fair.

I WANT MY BROTHER BACK!

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?

WHAT THE DID I EVER DO TO ANYONE?

I pick up the blade and gently rest it on my swollen wrist.

Should I do it again?

I have a 50/50 chance of joining my brother.

But I have a life ... don't I?

I chuckle.

Nope.

I let the blade slide across my wrist and smile as I see the blood drip to the ground.

SO LONG WORLD!