Sitting there across the room feeling alone like no one was there for me. As if I was the only one holding on to the pain. Wanting to give up on everything whats the meaning of breathing when all it does is cause pain, an cries! Nothing but the tears to rush down the fragil face, there was options. One, over dosing the bottle of pills & to sit and struggle. Two, cut the wrist that was once scared by the knife that ran acrossed my skin. Picking up the bottle not thinking of the pain I would be causing my family. What would they tell my four year old sister? What about my mom thinking she was the reason. My sister thinking she wasn't there enough. Stop now with nothing on my mind, taking a deep breath. Picking up the bottle, cocking my head back. As I feel me swallowing the pills. My body goes numb. I am slowly feeling myself fall back. It was all over. Even the pain.
THE END.
