I count each slit on my wrist.
Each cut reminds me of a painful memory.
Water wells up in my eyes, as I cut my skin.
This is nothing new to me.
I’ve done this many times before.
I watch the blood rush down my arm, as the cut inspires with pain.
I walk over the bathtub and run some water.
I got the water where I wanted to be, so I cut the facet off.
I stripped out of my clothes and sat in the water.
All I could do was think.
My existence on this earth means nothing.
I wanted to end my suffering.
I slide my body further in to water, until it reaches my neck.
I felt the water burn the insides of my throat.
Everything around me is suddenly blurry once I submerge my body into the water.
I couldn’t save myself now.
My soul was already dead.
I was just waiting for my body to catch up.
I was in my own oblivion.
I couldn’t escape my mind.
Monsters didn’t sleep under my bed; they just slept in my head.
My heart disappears from my insides.
As if I’m nothing.
My body is slowly losing oxygen.
I fall breathlessly, gasping for air.
Flat on my back.
Numbness fell all over my body.
My soul appeared to be departing from my body as I look down.
My body is lifeless.
Death crept its way upon my beautiful body as it was laid to rest.