I just want it to end...
[Then end it!]
Shut up conscience.
[All this hurt will go away...]
Maybe if I just lie here and think about something else...
[That wont help! Go for it, just pick up the scissors.]
No I wont. Not this time. Not after last time...
[You'd never do drugs, nor alcohol, nor reach for a gun, so why not go for the razor? You know it will make everything better...]
Hey, look at this photograph. My darling, the one. Remember that time that we sat under the stars, hand in hand...
[You lie there crying on your bed, you think irrelevant memories will help you now? I know you want the razor...]
No, I don't want to see myself bleed... It makes me sick...
[But you feel better, don't you? All you have to worry about is the pain. Everything else goes away.]
I wish I had wings. I would just fly away from here.
[You would still have your thoughts pestering you. You would still have me.]
It hurts, it hurts, but I wont. Not again!
[What do you see when you look in the mirror?]
I see myself, looking back. I imagine I am the most glamorous person in the world. Pretty as a rose. That I am not under all this pain. Someone beautiful on the inside, as well as out.
[You know what I see? I see a whore, not worthy of anyone's love. An imperfect, lost soul who's death would not be noticed.]
I know that's not true. I will not let him down again. I will not let everyone down again... I will not reach for the scissors, nor the razor!
[You say this, but you know you have already succumbed. You hold the scissors now as you argue with your own mind.]
[See? Just like I said. Your running the blade across your arm. You must have known that the pain is just too great.]
I hate me.
[What a tragedy.]
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good write non the less 
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