Bubbles floated aimlessly in the water, some popping.
My eyes were dull and lifeless, close to snapping...
Was I broken?
Could my death be chosen?
The razor was twirled around my fingers, my mind racing for a decision.
I was tempted... Tempted to make the first incision.
Was I brave enough?
I mean, was I that shattered enough?
The sharp edge inched closer to my skin, pressing in...
I closed my eyes and moved my hand. Snikt.
The first cut was made, red drops falling to stain the water red...
Could I stay here and be dead?
Maybe I might get some peace....
Then my mind would be at ease.
No more suffering.
