I sat there silent for there were no words to speak. The voices around me told me i had no name i had no voice. All i did was listen. My mouth was closed but my ears couldn't block out there dark voices. You are what we say what we say is who you are. A knife appeared on the floor a simple sharp knife. Pick it up pick it up they say. And you do what they say. Take the knife to your throat and you will be free be free just slide the silver blade across your soft skin. There voices will never stop there is no escape this simple silver knife is your resolution. And then that blade took the pain away warm red blood dripped down your neck your body gave up. Lying on the solid floor the chair that once stood was broken. The last thought that came was there will be no more voices i will be free.