Lovely suicide

I write in my journal of everything done wrong
I try not to think of anything else
As I write I start to cry
I turned around and grabbed my knife
I placed the blade deeper in my skin
I feel it slide
I feel it release my pain
I look down and see what I have done
my vision started to get blurry
my head started to spin
I fall to the floor in a puddle so red
I closed my eyes with a letter in my hand