Eays are blooded underneith. Shame has entered my face. What is left for me to fell. A razorblade upon my skin. I tuch the skin whit cold in my hands. A quick shake makes my nerves brake. I close my eays and pray inside. that this would be my last goodbay. The skin shivers on and on. The sweetnes comes whit pain. I fell onec lost rage of my. I push the blade deep inside. A littel tear runs down my face. This is the moment i brake. The tears mixed whit blood. Life is fadding out of my eays.