In Myself I Found a Hero

Slowly, I open the brand new box cutter. It is a great day with the sun shining outside. I can hear the birds chirping; laughing sounds come from the other room. My heart pounds harder and harder as the noises in my head keep get ting louder and louder. I know it will all be over soon. I take one last look at the sun. Slowly I raise the blade to my throat...