Bad energy surrounds Memories of loss flood my head I know what I am doing is wrong but the hurt is too painful I steer the blade across my wrist I feel numb The blood trickles down my arm I slash my other wrist, again with the same blade I usually stop here But I can't Not this time The pain is too hard to rid I steer the blade across the wound again, now deeper in my arm It hits my vein I panic I think 'Is this the way I want to die? ' The blood is now pouring out of my arm is galleons I feel weak, but the pain is going So I end it One last hit to end all the pain and misery I grab the blade and run it across my neck I feel even weaker...