I look at the knife on the bed spread; then I look at my hands...soon filled with blood of my throat and all of my beloved friends. I see death as I look into the common kitchen knife as I see my reflection I think to my self, "is this the way I want to end it, by this un-sharpened object that has given me pain and torture?" And I nod, saying yes, no, and maybe. I don't know which one to choose...should I tell someone about these feelings? "NO! " Says the voice in my head, I speak to it saying, "should I tell someone how I feel?" "NO! No body will understand how you feel, no body will accept you!" as I clarify what the voice has told me, I finally come to a decision, throw it away and live my painful life or take the knife ruin my entire body by cuts and slashes...I don't know which one too pick.