Another Life Ended
She just sits there blankly staring off, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mind is finally made up, how shaking her fingers are on the razor blade between her thumb and index finger that she ends up with a small cut on her index finger from how much she's trembling. A friend tries to console her but she doesn't feel anything except the numbness where her heart once was. She doesn't feel any better, the hopelessness seeps back in and she feels as lost as she did several years ago when something else happened to shatter her heart. Memories long since gone and cold as her whole body feels now. One quick slice from the palm of her hand all the way up to her shoulder she doesn't even feel the blade slicing into her already scarred flesh, just along side the vein. Just enough she'll bleed out, but her passing will be slow. She starts to cry knowing she broke her word to never cut herself again. now dropping the razor blade she lays down on the bed and just looks at the goodbye letter she was writing and at the bottom she writes in the blood that trickled down her fingertips "i'm sorry maybe one day you can forgive me". She starts to close her eyes as her body feels even colder than before as her mind drifts back to things. Everything had always been her fault even when she worked herself to dropping, trying to make things work it just seemed whatever she did was just never good enough, almost as if she wasn't what he wanted and that he was only settling for her until one of the others he wanted came slinking back into his life. She never settled when it came to him, he was who she wanted to be with. Slowly opening her eyes she looks at the slice up her arm and her blood seeping out a thick black color, a slight smirk upon the lips as she runs her other finger down her arm to see how deep the cuts really are. The blood pools out more but still the thick black color, even as she smears it on her skin around the slices. Bringing her fingertips to her lips she lightly tastes her own blood and she can taste the death within her blood. How could anybody ever love a mistake like her, an abomination that should have been murdered long before birth. Maybe Death will take her this time and stop toying with her cursed soul, making her suffer out her existence hated and unwanted and never loved. Staring at the ceiling she takes the razor blade again in her fingertips, the trembling gone now as she cuts right along the vein in her forearm. she slices deep burning the razor blade in her flesh until her fingertips dig along her flesh. A sharp stinging and then the blood pools, rushing so quickly now as she sliced all the way through the vein now. Her arm goes limp and falls across her chest. her eyes cloud over as she finally takes her last breath and lays there cold. The death she longed for now claims her, nobody sheds a tear over her death. no one even cared she died. Another mistake taken out of this existence.
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