The sweet end

This is a true story about me trying to kill myself.

This is the breaking point
The moment I decide it needs to end
To get rid of all my suffering
And rid myself of the pain of life

The metal blade pierces my skin
As I stain the floor a nice shade of crimson
The sight brings a smile to my face
And for the first time in months I feel happy

I sign the note I wrote in my blood
As my eyes fill with hope
Hope that I'll never be called worthless again
That when I'm gone someone will actually care

But I know that's not the case
No matter what I do I'll never be loved
I'll be forgotten and lost in time
And just be another number in the death toll

Just another face with a tragic story
I look at the bruises on my arm
And glance at my open wrist
And I know I won't have to be afraid

My mind thinks about the end
And the sweet release of death
The blood flows out of me like a fountain
And I close my eyes hopefully for the last time.

Author's Note

This is a true story about me.

Reviews

[Nicole]

this is so unfair. i've tasted hell before, and i am so sorry. no one ever deserves it. i don't care what people say, no one deserves it.

[Destructive Impulse]

I'm sorry to hear that and I'm sorry to disagree with ya but I whole heartedly believe some people do deserve to kill themselves

[Nicole]

i am so sorry for whatever it is that makes you feel that way.

[Destructive Impulse]

It's whatever

[Lily Mae]

We are in the same boat.. I feel your pain..

[Destructive Impulse]

I'm sorry to hear that