• original version: As I watch the blood flow from my wrists and on to the floor, I am reminded of the sins I have made. All the hate built up inside my heart, and all of the love I've lost. The tears poured down from my eyes like rain. I felt like he was watching me, waiting for me to admit I was wrong. I glared at the puddle of blood at my feet, and then puddle of the darkest tears lying next to it. I hold up a knife in my right hand and my heart in the other. My screams sounded like the devil had just burst through the gates of hell and had let a thousand evil souls. The knife penetrated trough my heart and I watched the blood drip out the other end. I fell flat on my back, and for once I truly felt alive. I no longer had to suffer the pain of life, the pain of love, and the pain of hate.

    edited version: I could handle this anymore, i decided to just end it right there. My face was drenched in tears, I couldn't control myself at all. I held a knife in my right hand and my heart in the other. I whispered goodbye as I penetrated the once beating heart, a second later I found myself on the ground. I screamed, like a thousand evil spirits had broken through the gates of hell. I caught a glimpse of my new creation, the knife was sticking out the other end followed by a bloodstained carpet surrounding me. In a prone position, all my tears soaked the floor. I felt like the devil was looking up at me, saying "Welcome to hell." and Jesus was looking down on me shaking his head in shame saying, "What have I created." I was in a better place now. No longer on earth, where I would have died anyway. I no longer was left to suffer the dark nightmares of life anymore, I was free. Forever

    edited again: It was midnight, the full moon lit up the dark night sky. I cried softly, my tears drenched my face and fell to the floor. I had been forgotten, I walked outside with a knife. The passing bystanders didn't stop me, I had given up so many times. I never had loved, so I knew I had nothing to lose. I lay in the road with a knife, I stab what should have been my heart. I scream, loud as ever, like a thousand evil spirits had burst through the gates of hell-- laughing at...me. Death felt good, like all my problems had just left me, had forgotten me, just like everyone else in the world. I choked out one last goodbye before the process was complete. I laid there, with my last breath to breath. Then it was over, I was free. Forever