Make it end
When you're a kid, life is usually good. But not for me. For me, there was always something wrong. With me or with my family. Either my mom was in the hospital, my dad was in there, or one of my siblings was just overdosing on drugs. And then there was the things that I couldn't make go away. The nightmares. I would wake up screaming. Usually it would be my sister that would wake me up and rock me back to sleep. Eventually, that was the only way I would sleep. With her by side to fight away my demons.
Then, one day, it happened. She moved. I was left alone. Not a friend in the world.
Alone.
I had grown up and exposed to the world. Suicides were happening all around me. My family was slowly being torn apart. My parents were fighting daily and my brother had an addiction to cocaine. My sister had stopped calling.
One day, I was sitting in my room, listening to my parents fight, I had a thought.
Would the world miss me if I died?
And that was it.
I walked past my parents, past my brother's room, past my sister's old room, and into the bathroom.
I took out the blade from a razor, filled the tub with water, and stepped in.
The pain in my wrists was unbearable. But I liked it. I watched as the clear water turned scarlet. I felt myself begin to fade.
I had made it stop.
Goodbye world.