• I stare at the window after you leave.
    I stand above the sink.
    My cheeks are sore from being hit.
    My eyes are black from the eyeliner that i cried off.
    I open the draw.
    I see shiny silver metal.
    Knives.
    I pick mine carefully.
    Long, thin and graceful.
    Still staring out the window.
    I begin weeping again.
    I hold it over my wrist.
    Slowly i lower it.
    Pressing it against my warm flesh.
    The metal feels cold against my skin.
    I cut along the length of my arm.
    I copy the perfect line on my other wrist.
    My crimson red blood drips down.
    Drip, drip, drip.
    Into the sink i bleed.
    I watch it in wonder.
    How prefect, unlike myself.
    I look up again.
    Looking out the window i see things that aren't there.
    I start to feel dizzy.
    My head light.
    Delirious.
    I forgot everyone I'll leave.
    I sit down and start to write.
    "it was all your faults.
    You all killed me.
    Everyone.
    No one tried to help.
    No one even cared.
    I hope you know im happier this way.
    I hope you know how long this has bothered me.
    But now im gone.
    Sorry for the mess.
    Bye."
    I leave the letter on the sink.
    I spin for a second that feels as years.
    I fall to the floor.
    A smile appears on my face.
    My world turns black.
    My life slowly draining from my body.
    I whisper to no one.
    "LOVE MY SUICIDE"