Cut, I crave a blade. br My path is paved. br Something sharp would surfice. br Actually, I think it would feel quite nice. br Slice a line through my vein. br Its the only thing to rid me of this pain. br I cry and this time I know I will finally die. br I lay on the floor, br hoping no one will open the door. br If, by chance, they do, br it will be fine, because I am through. br The fear and despair, br I no longer have to care. br The smile I fake, br I no longer have to make. br Good-bye to one. br This time I'm really done.