Dont Say His Name

It's too late now

"Should I really do this?" You think to yourself, staring at your reflection in the mirror, "Yes.. That way you will never again be able to hurt anyone.." You feel the salty tears in your eyes well up and one rolls down your cheek, "But what if they miss me.. What if-.. No! They don't care.. Why would they miss me?? I did so much for them but they didn't even care.. Not even one thank you.." It hurt.. It hurt so much.. To be broken.. To be falling deeper into this dark hole we call depression.. But nobody in your life has noticed yet the pain the feel.. Whenever you try to tell your mother how she makes you feel she then goes on to say that what you said hurt her. Whenever you try to tell your friends about your misery, they don't listen and call you dramatic.. And your brother.. Doesn't even let you speak.. "Nobody would care if I went missing" you say to you urself, your voice shaking with dread. "If I do this now... I won't have to live a life of sadness again.. I will finally be free..."

Your hands tremble and suddenly your life flashes before your eyes.. You stumble over and fall to the floor, remembering the other day when you told your girlfriend your suicidal thoughts, she told you how much she loved you, she told you not to hurt yourself.. She told you life would get better. As memories come and go, you instantly regret your decision. You want to cry.. But it was too late now. There was no going back. You'd already swallowed the pills.. You'd already cut your wrists.. "Why did I do this?" You whisper to yourself... You could no longer talk.. Your vision began to fade.. And all you could hear were the screams you couldn't let out... This is the end.