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my boyfriend wrote it, he's not suicidal

The man looked at the girl. She was pretty - blonde hair, shiny brown eyes, and a beautiful smile that just lit the whole world up. He looked at her hands and kissed her on the lips and tore away quickly. He knew not what he wanted but only that he loved her. Now only if she could return the same feelings for him. She said she did, she even acted like it once in awhile, but nost of the time it was hard for him to even get her to realize that he existed. It didn't matter if he was sitting or standing right next to her, she just always seemed so distracted.

That night the man went home distraught and unsure of himself. He quickly wne to the kitchen and pulled up a drawer. In it was a knife - the knife he had killed his mother with. He always said that he would kill himself with this knife some day. He didn't know when though, with her had been happy but she just didn't realize that he had existed at one time and then miss him.

He grabbed the knife and quickly cut down his arm without thinking a second about it. He looked at the blood ooze at first slowly and then steaily down his arm as he smiled at the quick and sharp pain of it. He walked out of the kitchen smiling and holding the knife in his hand. He started to walk up the stairs towards his room, blood still dripping down his arm. He stabbed the knife into the front of his leg and then pulled it out. Dark red blood ran down his leg as he satated to limp severely. He cut across his other arm several times screaming out in pain and laughter at the same time as he struggled to climb the stairs. Becoming woozy from his loss of blood he stumbled down the hallway to his room. He opened the door collapsing instantly. He rolled over onto his back, tears in his eyes. If only she had noticed...he whispered as he took the knife and plunged it directly into his throat. The End

Author's Note

remember, hes not suicidal