She left a note on the kitchen table.
Today, she will be okay at last.
She'd been broken for so long.
She fake the last smile.
But this time she had tears in her eyes.
She thought of all the good things in life.
Then she thought of the bad.
She cries one last time.
She held the blade tight.
She sat on the carpet of her bedroom floor.
Ready to take away what's left of her soul.
She left a note on the kitchen table.
Hoping someone would find it soon.
On the note it said:
I'm sorry for letting everyone down. I've been nothing but a burden. I'm sorry for not being good enough.I wish I was. I tried my best. I tried. I don't know how much longer am I supposed to hold on. Because I can't anymore. I'm tired. Sorry For existing. Sorry for being me. I can't help it.
Love,
Your daughter.
She slides the blade across her thin and pale wrists. At last. She breathes her last breath. Her body now cold and lifeless. She bid her last goodbye and laid on her bloody carpet of her bedroom floor.
