Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter seven.

There's blood everywhere. 

I can't bring myself to clean it up. 

My breathes are becoming heavier. 

Maybe this is it. 

I hope it is. 

I hope you get to read these when I'm gone. 

I really hope so. 

You're not here for me. 

I really thought that someday you would be. 

But I had really thought wrong. 

There was a part of me though, telling me not give up just yet. 

And that's what I'm trying so hard to do. 

But I think i've cut too many times and too deep to stay.