I am okay. I am okay. I am okay. She chanted in her head over and over again, blood dripping from the wounds on her wrists.

She had promised the last time that it would be her last.

Sadly she was too weak.

Everything she did was wrong.

She could never get anything right.

It will all be over soon she thought as she sunk down into the warm bathtub soon to be the color of her own blood.

She began feeling more and more faint.

It is almost over.

Soon I will be at peace she thought.

NO NO NO her mind screamed at her.

YES I make the decisions she yelled at herself.

I need this, I am tired.

I am so god damn tired.

Tired of people.

Tired of life.

Tired of ME.

I needed to save me from myself and the only way to do that is to kill the threat.

And I am that threat.

I am that mistake.

I am that Fuck Up.

I am what makes everything wrong.

The world would be better off without me.

My family would be better off without me.

I would be better off without me-

She began to feel the feeling of peace.

It was finally all over.

And with that she took the breath that would be her last.

Good Bye world.