I sat on my bed crying. I sobbed intensely as my emotions just completely took over my body and brain. It was as if my despair had just enveloped the rest of my universe. My tears drooped down my cheeks and landed on my kneecaps of my faded blue jeans. Each teardrop felt heavy as it fell and each sob seemed to choke me. I couldnt breath or think straight. I felt dizzy beyond any type of dizzy you could feel from spinning around and stumbling in a circle this dizziness was from my world collapsing onto my shoulders. This dizziness dizziness was from my meaning in the world being erased from my heart being torn out of my chest. I sat upo the left corner of my bed sobbing from the deep cuts i gashed into my wrists. He had broken me down to a point of ripping gashes into my blood veins "I am bleeding to death" i thought to myself. The razor had sliced ever so carefully across my wrist multiple times. I glanced at the blood running slowly down my arm. It felt warm and oozy. Another teardrop feel off my cheek. I blinked finally getting some control over myself.I just stared at my bloody arm. Did i really want to die. Yes
I lied down upon my bed. Blood covered sheets on top. I could feel death upon me. It isnt a good feeling. Its cold....unwelcoming...and oddly relaxing. I closed my eyes. I slow,weak breaths. "So cold" i thought to myself.... "so cold..."
and then death came over me and the darkness took my body.
Two days later my body was found wrapped in a deep red blood stained sheet. My funeral had few people. Life went on.