I never really meant to be like this. I used to be so happy. What the hell happened? How did it get to this? I looked down at the razor in my hand. It shined in the fluorescent light, it held so much power. I fingered it's sharp edge before pulling it across my skin. I watched as all the annoyances, sorrows and frustrations poured out from my beneath my skin. I watched silently as each drop of the crimson liquid hit the bathroom tiles with the dullest *drip*. As the bleeding started to subside, I looked into he mirror and what looked back wasn't pretty. Eyes once vibrant and so full of life stared back as a dull vacant brown. I realized it then,I no longer wanted to live. What was it Mark had said to me?..
"Luka, I'm not going to stand here and watch you slowly kill yourself. I don't want you to end up dead."
I looked down at the bloodied razor and it came to me.
I could end it all, I could end all the loneliness and pain. I held the power in my hands. Adrenaline surging through my body, I brought the razor to my wrist and cut. *SLASH* I quickly cut my other wrist in the excitement of the moment.
I looked at my open wrists as the pain began to fade. I could see my life before my eyes.
*FLASH* My wife and I in Croatia *FLASH* the first time I held my children *FLASH* The day I stepped foot into County General * FLASH* As the blood collected in red pools around my arms, I began to get dizzy and my breaths became short and labored. . The last thing I heard before I fell unconscious was the radio.. ironically, it was playing "Wait And Bleed"......ironic

i felt the air rise up in me
kneel down and clear the stone and leaves
i wonder round where you can't see
inside my shell I wait and bleed