Memories of the past come rushing back into my mind like the water from the waterfall.
Good times and bad times.
All those times you stood by me.
The times of tears and anger stick out most over the times of laughter and happiness.
I woke one day to find you gone.
Thousand questions flooded my mind.
Unable to stand them I found that knife.
The one you gave me when you went away for the month.
This will protect you.
You told me.
You were wrong.
I just used that knife to cut my wrists.
I saw the blood hit the floor.
I couldn't feel the pain.
Blood sprays the walls.
My blood drops to the floor like rain drops.
Drip.
Drop.
