No one there,

All alone

Not fair

There is a knife. . .

They have. . .

Fun.

I can't.

Not fair.

A beautiful knife. . .

Emotions

Are. . .

A luxury.

I can't afford.

Not fair.

A sharp knife. . .

They think I'm weird.

Alone. . .

In my room.

They don't know what price I pay.

Just to be with people.

Not fair.

To relieve pain and suffering. . .

I need . . .

Control.

It is imperative.

Otherwise. . .

Bad things will happen.

Death, destruction.

Not fair.

To save the world. . .

I live in fear. . .

Of losing that control.

Of death and destruction.

And knowing. . .

I caused it.

Not fair.

From my loss of control. . .

I can't go on like this.

Each day. . .

Another chance. . .

Of lost control.

Not fair.

I take that knife. . .

I meditate constantly.

It doesn't work.

The control is slipping.

Not fair.

And use it now. . .

It is over. . .

It is done

To kill myself.

Finally free.