Gone atlast

Yes, do that slit take that puff my yourself feel painless while you watch yourself cry crimson tears

high as a kite slowly bleeding out of your wrist flowing down your arm into your sink full of water

looking in the mirror seeing that you have become you smash that mirror till there is nothing left but shattered glass on the floor

you pick u that one piece of glass and you finish yourself off cutting deep on your other wrist... slowly you start to see darkness and know that you have gone to sleep and never waking up