The Quiet Kill

I lay there feeling alone. I have such pain and sorrow that I can't stop crying. I feel like I need to en my life now. I know he doesn't love me and he's now coming back. I see the knife laying there on my nightstand tempting me to do it.
But should I really end my life, when I have so many years left? I know I won't ever see him again, but I just can't live without him. I have the picture of us on my nightstand. I grab it and take it out of the frame. I grab my lighter and run into my bathroom. I light the picture on fire and throw it into the bathtub. I feel this is the only way to get the memory of him gone.
Then I run back into my bedroom. I grab the knife and very carefully cut a deep line into my arm. I go back to the bathroom and lay on the floor, letting all the anger, trust, happiness, sadness, and pain flow out of me. I start to feel all the feelings go away and then everything goes black..............