I’m going to slash my wrists with a flourish.... paint the walls with deep red blood, and bleed out listening to “alone forever”.... I don’t care about my life, or how my suicide will affect others, I’m fucking done. No one was there for me and I hope they like the result

I cut so deep there’s no pain, only pleasure... knowing those cunts will feel how I felt, I hope they do the same.... The knife is beautiful, curved and dripping with crimson, the clouded shape of the blade fills me with ecstasy... How could I care for others when they ignored me for so long? I can’t wait for the darkness, the void... The enteral black.

I lay on the ceramic tiles beneath, the blood pool around me... I’m indifferent to the end, I just want it over with, why am I still breathing? I cut deep enough... I can still hear the sirens, I’m determined to end it before they can reach me... I grasp for that once beautiful knife, and drive it straight into my stomach.