Love my suicide

I stand at the window after you leave.
I stand above the sink.
My cheeks are sore from being hit.
My eyes are black from the eyeliner that i cried off.
I open the draw. I see shiny silver metal.
Knives.
I pick mine carefully.Long, thin and graceful.
Still staring out the window.
Ibegin weeping again.
I hold it over my wrist.Slowly i lower it.
Pressing it against my warm flesh.
The metal feels cold against my skin.
I cut along the lenth of my arm.I copy the perfect line on my other wrist.
My crimson red blood drips down.
Drip, drip, drip.
Into the sink i bleed.
I watch it in wonder.
How perfect, unlike myself.
I look up again.
Looking out the window i see things that aren't there.
I start to feel dizzy.
My head light.
Dilerious.
I forgot everyone i'll leave.
I sit down and start to write.
"it was all your faults.You all killed me.
Everyone.No one tried to help.No one even cared.
I hope you know im happier this way.
I hope you know how long this has bothered me.
But now im gone.
Sorry for the mess.
Bye."
I leave the letter on the sink.
I spin for a second that feels as years.
I fall to the floor.
A smile apperars on my face.
My world turns black.
My life slowly draning from my body.
I whisper to no one."love my suicide"