You're Not My Sister - Demi Lovato

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The glass, the way it shimmered in the light.

It was beautiful, it could save me.

I set the glass down, momentarily.

The glass wouldn't end it alone, I needed a helping hand.

I found my antidepressants, they were meant to fix things, right?

I tipped them out into my hand, picking one up and eyeing it between my fingers.

No one had come after me, they didn't care.

I laid the pills out on the floor in front of me.

I grabbed my water off of my bedside table and set it down next to them.

I had it laid out perfectly, my ending.

I took two pills in my hand, placing them on my tongue.

They tasted metallic.

I took a sip of water and swallowed. I felt the pills go down my throat, my ending approaching.

"Three...four...five...six..." I counted the pills aloud to myself.

I made it to twenty seven.

I felt high, on top of the world.

Nothing could stop me now.

The glass, the glass was the final step.

It's time.

I clasped my hand around the jagged piece of glass.

I picked a vein on my arm, the one in the middle at the side.

It looked big, I could feel the blood pulsing through it.

I felt numb, I wasn't feeling.

I rested the glass onto my arm, it dug in slightly, breaking the skin.

It was shared than I had first anticipated. I wasn't scared, was I?

Do it, this is your only chance.

I had to, they told me to.

I pulled it across my arm, hissing at the pain.

Maybe I wasn't as numb as I thought, it hurt.

Red.

Blood.

Gushing.

Everywhere.

I was sat in it, my blood.

I felt sick, at myself, what I had done.

I felt tired, way too tired.

I couldn't hold my weight up, I fell, laying on the floor.

My eyes wouldn't stay open, it was like someone was forcing them closed.

Sleepy, so sleepy.

I felt like I was falling, falling into a deep bliss.

Gone.