Too late.

Pulling out the knife,
You smile,

You fall to your knees,
The clock is set,
Bringing the knife,
Towards your eyes,
You ask...
                    'Why?'
Knowing no one can hear you,
You take a deep breath.

And you stab yourself in the eye.

You feel...
Sad.
Hurt.
Anger.

You didn't want it to happen this way..
You were supposed to be HAPPY!


Last thing you hear is yourself screaming...
                                                                                      



                                                                                           'No!'