I'm lying on my bed cutting away at my wrist. The blood drips down my arm and stains the sheets.The cut is so deep. The razor has blood on the blade. I'm scarred for forever my skin is torn not so beautiful anymore neither smooth or shiny but rough and bloody. I am almost near my death bed but i don't care there is nothing good about life anyway. So maybe friends will miss if i go. There is stains on my clothes and on my bed. But then i realize in my mind was this suicide worth it?
