Broken

Done

As she lie awake another sleepless night, the blood on her wrist seem to bring her delight. Not sure of why, she lies awake at 4a.m just go cry. Knowing the next day she'll just lie and say she's fine, when she's so far from it that it would blow your mind. She picks up the blade even though the scars were finally starting to fade. One cuts, two cuts, three she's wondering maybe this small blade is the key. Four cuts, then five she just doesn't want to be alive. Six cuts, seven cuts, eight maybe this time it'll be too late. She continues through the night, making everything feel alright. Finally she's in pure delight. 20, 21, 22 it's not that many, just a few. 23,24,25 maybe death will soon arrive. Cutting doesn't seem to be doing the job so she moves onto pills, the thing that could truly kill. 1 pill, 2 pills, 3 pills, 4 can she even take anymore? 5 pill, 6 pills, 7 pills, 8 hoping today will be her death date. She moves on to pills going to the thing that could finish it all, she feels so very small. She holds it to her head, in hopes of her finally being dead. At that second it's all going to come down, she'll finally be known in that town. Then it all happens she pulled the trigger, finally feeling bigger. She was finally in control but she's fallen down the endless hole. She lie there on the floor just because she couldn't take anymore. Everything is done, she's finally had her fun.
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This was written by me. Just got really sad, and started typing. And well this happened. Thanks for reading!