If you have ever thought about suicide raise your hand. I picked up the glass and rose my hand slightly as if I were afraid.

If you ever thought of killing yourself, because of others raise it higher. And I did.

If your afraid to die lower your hand. I extended mine up to the max, as if I was trying to reach the angels above

Now if your afraid of nothing tell me, what are your reasons to die.

I threw my arm down as fast as I could and let go of the glass. I slowly bend down and picked up a piece and slowly slashed it across my wrist.

This is for the mother and father I never had. Another slad I made, and this is for the lies I've told and another cut, this is for doing everything for everyone but myself. The next cut I made was deeper as if I was trying to cut to my bone. And this 1 well this 1 is for not being who I truely am.

I slowly began to cut the words TRUTH into my arm, and LIES into the other. And this, these words are what divide me

The lies I tell are for your benifit. These lies I live with everyday, every hour, every second, just for you. I don't tell you the truth, because you can't handle it, not the kind of truth I have.

I slowly raised my arms again, and let the blood slowly fall down onto my face.

I cry blood tears, tears that come from my heart. And as each drop of blood falls from my arm onto my face. And as each tear mixes with the blood and drops onto the grond all I ask, and all I ever will ask is. Can you handle it, the Truth?