I just want to say first of all, that I am in no way suicidal! This is an extract to a story i am currently writing. Enjoy

Slowly and
painfully, he traced the blade down and as he did, a single tear fell from his
bright blue eyes. His world was a blur now and was full of nothing but echoes−
the echo of his mother helplessly crying, his father yelling angrily and the
crashes of what ever his father was breaking in his anger this time. He watched
in a daze, as the blood seeped from his wound and trickled over his wrist and
onto the ground. Another tear fell and he watched it mingle with his blood. His
life was in ruins; he knew that. He had nothing to live for now− all the
curiosity, the joy and the hope had completely disappeared from behind his
eyes.

Blue eyes,
they had once shone so brightly, that almost any one that passed would comment
on them. But now they were dull, and they had been for a very long time. He
leant back against the wall; head tilted and closed his eyes painfully. He
could no longer hear their fighting; he had learnt to block out his
surroundings and to find a place inside himself where he could be at peace. The
dull pain from his wrist continued to throb, and he smiled sadly at the
satisfaction that brought.