Peter can't take it anymore,
the loss of his loved one is too much,
its too much for him to handle.
"Please make it stop!" he cried,
no one is there to hear his cries,
tears falls from his eyes,
one by one,
drip, drip, drip.
The sun is going down,
it's getting darker by the minute.
Peter held a razor sharp knife to his wrist,
he's going to cut the pain away,
"it'll go away," he assures himself,
the knife came in contact with his skin,
it slowly goes down,
the blood seeps out,
he smiles,
"it's going away," he thought,
the pain's going away!
He didn't hesitate to stop cutting himself,
more and more blood are flowing out,
he cackles,
the floor tiles are stain blood red,
what a wonderful creation of his pain had caused.
Let's just end the pain and sorrows shall we?
A knife position at his heart,
he plunge it in forcefully and deeply,
blood spurr out,
his shirt is drench in the deadly color of red.
His breathing became uneven,
heart rate slowing down.
He looks up with tears falling from his eyes,
"I'm sorry gwen," he bows his head,
with his one last take of breath,
he closes his eyes,
he falls,
falls into a deep, deep sleep.