Tears streamed down my cheeks, i wanted to scream from the pain but i couldnt get any noise out of my throat it felt like it was blocked. My heart felt like their was a whole in it, i couldnt believe the pain i wanted to throw up' i wanted to curl up into myself and pretend this wasnt real. I sobbed harder feeling weak and looked at the drugs beside me i didnt want them any more but i craved them my body wanted them but my soul was desperate for the drug use to end and i decided enough was enough. I needed to stop i pulled myself off the bathroom floor and got a glimsp of me in the mirror shock and disgust enveloped me and i looked away with shame then anger took over and i smashed the mirror making my hands bleed. I took a shard of glass and cut it deep into my wrist loving the distraction from the emotional term oil going through me. I had blood all over my hands and wrote weak on the wall then leaned against it looking at the piercing words. It was true i couldnt defend myself or someone else, i couldnt protect anyone. Look at me now i was weak and powerless to stop my own pain. I wanted to stop this sinking depression. I started to feel cold and tired i curled up on the cold tile floor laying in my own cooling blood and a comforting blackness took over, as i drifted into the world of the unknown i heard screaming and yelling then felt tight hands on my hands but they were to late to much blood had left my now cold body.