"I give up"

Pulling out a knife he stabs his wrist. The searing pain shoots up his arm. The beautiful, terrible pain. The world falling behind him he thought of all those who hurt him. His parents with their false love, his "friends" who were just there to make a fool of him. The teachers who put him on the spot every chance they had.

Digging deeper with the blade, the blood now makes a puddle, on his shirt a stain.

"Deeper, deeper!"

He begins to yell the words as he switches wrists. His left hand is now numb. As he stabs the other wrist he decides cutting isn't enough. He tears the tendons, ligaments, veins, and fat.

"TAKE ME NOW!!"

His surroundings are constantly changing focus. He slips slowly away.

"Not yet, I must make my mark."

With the last of his strength he holds the weapon in his only good hand, looks down the blade, and there removes his eyes one at a time bathing in the pain. The blood and parts of eye runs in rivulets down his face.

With his life near expired he announces his last words.

" Finally I am free."