The blood drizzled down from my wrist; I cut deeper so I could separate myself from the reality…the break up hit me harder then I would have expected. I thought about death before, I mean really thought about it, and it didn't even scare me. The pain got sharp; it felt like it was grinding my bone with the razor. I put my head against the wall, moving back and forth to stop the thought of regrets. My tears streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall. I repeated one simple phrase over and over again

"Why, why did I let it get this far??? Why?!?!"""

I had no idea why he would leave me, he said we were the same but I knew from the beginning we were different. I thought he loved me, but then he went and broke my heart into pieces over and over again, I could feel everything falling apart in my chest. The cut was the deepest I had ever gone before. Hiding this from my parents would be easy, but facing him would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in life, but I don't think I will have to worry about it anymore my death was going to happen and I would cause it.

I stumbled to my cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills; I poured them into my hand and grabbed a bottle of water off my bathroom counter; I then swallowed each pill one by one till I had them down. Crawling on my knees to my bed, I fell face first to the floor, the pills were hitting me hard; I was conscious enough to hear the door swing open and saw his face. I was gone, I stopped breathing and my eyes turned to glass. He fell to his knees, my parents ran up to see the tragedy they had no idea could happen, to them or me.