Sitting here with this knife in my hand not sure if i should cut or stab. Looking at how shiny it looks. It's so sharp. If you would drag it across your arm ever so lightly it would leave a mark.
Getting to the point where the knife looks so friendly, i could end everything with a single move. Wanting to leave this hell whole, but can't. Moving the knife in a slicing motion as it gets closer to my skin.
I start to fell the pain but then i go numb. Pushing harder to get the pain out. Blood is going everywhere. On the walls, the floor, and me. It will leave a stain. A stain that will haunt forever.
The knife falls from my hand as I hit the floor. My eyes start to get heavy. I hear someone calling me. I try to answer but nothing comes out. The door flies open as my friends find me laying in my own pool of blood. They try to keep the blood from coming out more but it was to late. I was already gone.
They start to cry, when one sees a note laying on the table. She picks it up and reads.....
......."Don't cry when I'm gone, just remember all the fun we had together. No one could of stopped me. The demons where to strong for me to fight off. I found comfort in the knife that helped me end my suffering........"
