Her Suicide

Blood everywhere dripping from the wounds on her wrist she inflicted onto herself. feeling of lost hope and loneliness feel her heart and soul, she's alone in this world or so it seems. she sits in the bathroom every night music up loud while tears drip from her eyes causing blood to drip from her wrist. she's not as strong as she looks, she's broken down, she's a wreck, nothing left in this world for her. she sits slicing away at her wrist trying to work up the courage to go deep enough to cut a vein, the veins responsible for keeping her alive. she's ashamed of what she's become she just cant take it anymore. she closes her eyes and says a prayer " now i lay me down to sleep I'll push this razor down real deep, please forgive me god but this has to be done, I'm tired of getting hurt and I'm tired of having to run." she opens her eyes and takes a deep breath she begins to push the razor harder as she drags it up her arm. heavy amounts of blood begin to drip the floor covered in blood. the blood wont stop its continuous. she's scared, she slowly falls to the ground. she sits there holding her arm rocking back and forth awaiting her death. her breath gets shorter as her blood gets thinner. its almost over, she feels a sense of relief. she feels numb cant move an inch its getting harder for her to keep her eyes open. she slowly starts to fall over, now laying on her side still grasping her arm. she looks around as she takes her last breath. her head falls and eyes close, she is finished her soul was set free, free from all the stress and heartache. nothing left but cut up flesh. she finally feels as though she's accomplished something in her life.