• *anger beyon belief as i hold this danger to the neck of me my hands shake with agony and my heart punps with anguish and bare core. you call me names for a crime i did not commit i stand there thinking should i do it? move the blade back and side ways slashing blood on the life i call mine end this agony end this sorrow make it so i dont have to see tomorrow i knew life could be crule but i've reached my point i dont even wanna hear hear my own voice it started with painended with sorrow hands bloody eyes running the last thing u hear me say before i lay apon hells devils is the whisper of i love you with blood releasing from my neck..its the end of me*