I blare music as I sit on my bed.
Thoughts of sadness start flooding my head.
I stare at the knife that sits in my palm.
"Sorry for everything" I whisper for my mom.
The only failure around here is me.
I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill your dreams.
Don't be sad, I'll just go away.
Your last day of tears shall be today.
The knife calls to me, and I raise it up high.
This is the final stage of my suicide.
I pull it down, expecting much pain.
The impact causes tears to rain.
I pull out the knife and then stare at the blade.
I don't feel much pain, but I see a deep crimson stain.
I do it again, this time I feel numb.
I can't stop now, I see Death come.
I withdraw the knife one final time.
Fall to the ground, no longer able to see the light.
I turn to the ceiling and stare at the blank wall.
Silence around, death is peace afterall.
I close my eyes, and smile once more.
Finally... I lay at peace on my bedroom floor.
