The End Of Forever

The End?

I went to my therapist with my brain clouded with depressing thoughts, I couldn't think straight, and I was questioning my whole life,  I was questioning who I was and even what I was. Beth instantly noticed something was up and got out my favorite squishy, she also got out her notebook and got ready for all the information to spill out of me, I told her how my mom was so quick to get someone new, how she says she's making an effort but she's doing the opposite of what she says she is, and how I am questioning myself and my whole life. She told me that I was going to be fine she passed me a box of tissues and then let me just sit there and calm down.

When I get home, I have no control over my movements, I'm not thinking of what I'm doing, I'm just doing. Before I know it I'm locked in the bathroom with a razor blade and all the pills in the house, I shred my arm, get a cup of water and start dumping the pills in my mouth and swallowing them, dumping and swallowing, then it all goes dark and I fall over on the floor.