I can feel it fall,

Water stains my cheek once again

I've lost my purpose

I can't handle it.

I step on perfect crystal

It breaks like a twig.

I see paper knives

Ready for art class, but one

Will have stains of blood.

I feel more crystal,

Drop off my cheek, time to end

My's too much.

I slash down my wrist,

This gory pain is my pleasure

My blood stains the knife.

I fall to the floor,

The knife is still in my hand,

My death is complete.

I'm definitely me again!