All I can hear is 

The blood pounding in my ears.

I watch as tears drop

Onto the ground.

The knife slides across my wrist

And I wince slightly.

Long ways for effect.

Sideways for attention.

I don't feel any pain 

Just emptiness.

Each mark engraved

Permanently into my skin.

1 for my family.

1 for being bi.

1 for sinning.

The rest fade into a blur.