And she gave up, let that tear slide down her cheek; the one filled with pent up emotions and misery. She fell to her knees, crying freely now, letting loose all her emotions from the past days, months and years. She cried for everything that had gone wrong, every mistake, every regret, every empty promise and every lie. Everything fucked up in her life. Somehow, they always found a way to make it seem like it was her fault and right now, in the darkness, in the suffocating loneliness, their words seemed to ring true. Everything was her fault, she couldn't do anything right, she'd be better off dead. Everyone would be better off if she were. Slowly getting up, rubbing her eyes and straightening her clothes, she walked to the drawer where she kept it. She held it in her hands, hating her reflection in that tiny object. Hating her red rimmed eyes which gave away her weakness. She turned it over and over in her hands, desperately trying to think of something, someone that could make her feel better. Nothing came to mind, no knock came on the door, letting her know like always, she was really and truly alone. When the quiet despair set in once again, she took a deep breath, and whispered 'I can't do this anymore.' More traitorous tears leaked out but she closed her eyes firmly. Everything would be better now. She'd found a better place.
Closing her eyes, she made a fist and slashed the blade across her wrist.
