As I slit my wrist and try to hit the vein, I wonder if i'm insane. I wonder if i'm the only one that feels the pain. The blood drips down my arm, all of a sudden I feel this alarm, of want, of need, all I want to do is bleed. I hate my life, I honestly do. The only time it's partially good is when i'm with you. But as of now I just want to die, to take a gun and kiss the world good-bye. Every day I want to cry, But my eyes have never been so dry. On a daily base I act so glad, yet every day I feel so bad. I think of suicide on a daily basis and wish I could erase this hell hole of a life, and end it with my rusty knife. As I try to get out of this slump, I've realized how far I have come. I just want to have a positive life, and stop feeling like all I have is my knife.