"I can't... I can't... I have to..."
I whispered. All the harmful words that everyone had ever said to me flooding into my head.

I got up, my knees were shaking. There were tears in my eyes making it difficult to see but I knew exactly where the drawer was. The drawer which held the secret to making the voices go away.

I reached inside the drawer and looked around for the silver gleam of metal. I finally found it. I took it out and rolled my sleeves up.

I put the blade to my skin, digging deep.
Some of the voices disappeared

I did it again,
And again,
And again

Until both my arms were covered in blood. Only one voice remained

"Kill yourself"

...

Maybe I should...
I do have those cyanide pills...
(aka suicide pills)

NO! What am I thinking! I can't! Right...?

-Take some bad written angst-