The emptiness inside me, grows more and more each day. This loneliness I feel, will never go away. The pain in my heart, is begging for release. One slash with a knife, and all my pain could cease. Should that be the way to go, a knife blade through my vein? Or should I try to find a gun, and put a bullet in my brain? It doesn't really matter, nothing ever does. No one will even remember, the person that I was. I lift my arm, and make a fist. I draw the knife, and slash my wrist.