IS TIRED... IF SENSE TO CONTINUE THIS PATH CALLED as LIFE?!... EMPTY EXPENDITURE of TIME... I TAKE the INSTRUMENT BRINGING a PAIN.... I SEE AS IT IS PULLED To MY SWEET HANDS... I CAN NOT IT STOP And I DO NOT WANT… I HEAR PULSATING BLOOD.... BUT SHE NOT SO INSIDE... SHE FLOWS DOWN ON a WHITE FLOOR... IT STOPS TO BE WHITE... HE BECOMES RED.... I SIMPLY WANTED TO DEAFEN a PAIN, WHICH LIVES INSIDE ME... by BLOOD TO WASH OFF ALL MY SINS.... I DID NOT WANT TO LIVE.... I WANTED TO DIE... THEREFORE I HAVE MADE IT... WHAT HAPPENED?! UP TO the END I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IT EVEN ME... the SUICIDE IS a WAY of DEATH; IT IS a WAY of a SURVIVAL.... SUICIDE IT THAT FREQUENTLY SHOCKS of the PEOPLE.... the SUICIDE IS an EXIT ... the SUICIDE IS MY CHOICE....