SHORT STORIES AND LIFE

Day 35

It was raining,

perfect.

I looked out through my bedroom window and slowly, 

I sliced my wrist with my favorite blade.

You were there and you saw it happened.

You were screaming and tried to get in my room.

I just smiled at your effort.

I'm sorry.

I fed up with my life.

Now,

I can't feel anything.

I drifted to the dark abyss, 

Feeling lonely again.