It's dark outside, the air is thick. I walked slowly down the drive. The forest is not far from here. It's a walk I know all to well. I went to the weak part of the fence that surrounds my house. We've lived here my whole life and when I'm gone I'm sure they'll still live here. I pushed over the wire and crawled thru. The moon was full tonight. It felt good outside. I jumped across the abandoned train tracks and headed into the woods. But this time I wasn't walking out, this time I'd be leaving in a body bag. I've been putting this off for a long time but I knew I couldn't handle it any more. I couldn't take it. I was done and I didn't care. I had snuck into the woods many times before it was calm there. It was sad there also, it was the place I made my first cut and it shall be my last. No one knew about my secret forest. The place where I could be myself. No one would make fun of me for crying and nobody gave me scars except myself. I headed toward the tree I picked out ages ago. I grabbed a low branch and hoisted myself up. I climbed as high as I could. I took my bag off and placed it in front of me on the tree branch. I unzipped it and pulled out my noose. I made it the last time I decided to do it. But I never went through with it. This time, this time it's different. I tied it tight around the tree branch. Then I unzipped the small front pocket and pulled out my only friends, my blades. I took my favorite one and touched it to my arm. My heart started to race as normal and then I slide in vertically down. Crimson blood started to bubble and then I made another right beside it. The blood slowly started to flow. Then I went on making random cuts until I looked down on the ground and saw a puddle of blood. I put the noose around my neck and held onto my blade and softly started to sing the cutters lullaby "go to sleep close your eyes dream of broken butterflies they tore their wings against a Thorne for we know the pain they have borne. Silver metal shine so bright. Scarlet blood it feels to right. Dream of that blood trickling down and wake up just before you drown. Moon light shining off your tears as you bleed out your worst fears so tonight when you start to cry whisper the cutters lullaby. Hush a bye baby your almost dead you don't have a pulse and your pillows red. Your family hates you your friends let you bleed sleep tight with a knife because that's all you need. Rock a bye baby broken and scared you didn't know life would be this hard time to end the pain you hid so well and down you'll go baby straight back to hell." I took my last easy breath and jumped. I felt the rope pull and then I was out lost in my own thoughts.