You cant do it anymore. You cant keep crying yourself to sleep. You cant keep lying to everyone; saying you're okay when you're really not. You cant keep faking it. You've had enough. You start cutting. Before you end it all; You write the remaining letters you need to write. You put them on you're desk so that they will see them. You go to the bathroom; opening the medicine cabinet you grab many different medications. You pour them out onto your hand. You put them in your mouth, not yet swallowing. Getting into the bathtub you turn on the water. You cut your vein and swallow the pills. You're drifting away. Just hoping that someone will find you. Nobody will though. Its the middle of the night. Crying your last tears. Hoping you made the right choice, you slip away.