Too Far...

Sitting by yourself
In an empty room
Surrounded by darkness
You wield a shaking knife shining on the moonlight of a nearby window
You lift your opposite arm showing your wrist
Squeezing your fist shut, causing your vein to budge
You quickly slash at it over and over
Staring
You look as the crimson liquid runs down your forearm
You begin to feel dizzy, then followed by darkness, you pass out
Waking up on the cold ground you see yourself laying in a puddle of blood
You feel nothing
No pain
No relief
No happiness
Your not scared knowing you’ll die soon from the loss of blood
You think back
To all the other times you cut yourself
But this time you went too far
Too deep,
You look up at the dark ceiling wondering if you’ll go to heaven, then looking down, or hell
You glance at you wrist one last time as you drift off into a daze and collapse on the floor
Never waking up again