Suicide

She gripped the knife, got into her feelings that night... Regretted all the mistakes she made, all the hateful things said to her are coming back to haunt her. Facing the facts, her hands shaking with fear as the knife appeared closer to her wrists than the other nights. Her eyes closed, regretting what she did, her life, and as she opened her eyes the knife was upon her wrists with gripping fists waiting for the first drip of blood. As it appeared on the tip, the tip of the knife it hurt so much but she loved it! More came dripping on the bathroom floor and as that one forceful slip changed it all, she repeated until she slid down onto the floor, wet now with her sorrow. And that's when it was over, she whispered into the air "I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry Daddy. For this life was hard to live... at least for me." She closed her eyes dropped the knife as she shedded one last remaining tear. I'm sorry. -Alley