I was mad and slightly annoyed. I didn't know what to do with myself. I haven't got energy even when i still felt taste of strong coffe in my mouth. As i was washing dishes strange idea came to my mind. While i was holding knife i looked at my wrist. Kinda weird feeling. While seconds were passing the temptation became more and more larger. I felt sweet but toxic taste of posion flowing throught my veins slowly making my pure blood dirty and trying to find way to my heart. My mind tried to take control. It started to fighting and yelling „Hey , wake up, you can't give up like that. YOU CAN'T."
„But...i also can't take this shitty life anymore..."sadly answered heart. I felt warm tears flowing down my cheeks. Sad smile formed on my face as i angrily make a cut with knife. I screamed from pain as blade cut my wrist. I fell on the floor and watched my favourite dress soaking with my own blood. It hurts as hell, but i knew i must hold on. Just few more minutes. I stared at the ceiling and smiled through the pain. Then i started to slowly loosing conscious. I softly closed my red, wet eyes and i pulled the air out of my weak body for the last time. And after that all i saw was just dark. It felt kinda comfortable,familiar. I knew this dark so well, it was dark of my soul and of every soul on this fucking world....
