Suicidal

This is something I wrote just becuase. Im not suicidal or anything. Haha, I am not negative at all, Im just very creative. (:

The blade glided across my skin as all of my problems bled out. Every fear, worry and uneasiness oozing down my arm. I felt relaxed again. I can't handle the stress of this life. Time and time again I was sitting here, skin sliced open by Mercy, my blade. Mercy was the answer to my troubles. She was my addiction. Without her, I think I would be six feet uder but that thought occured to me constantly. An offer so simple, so easy; everytime I had the chance I would push it away, and every time I would push it away I would regret it. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be. Or maybe God made a mistake by keeping me here, I have no purpose in this life. I am unloved and uncared for.  Today, this minute

The sweet song of death enchanted me.

It was calling me.

This is it.

This is the moment where I correct God's mistake. Nobody needs me anyways. Hell, I bet they'd be happy, one less person to pay for. I walked over to the mirror, one last look. I'm happy. My misery is over.I took Mercy in one hand, a deep breath and pushed her through my chest. My heart. My soul. I pulled her out, slowly, to watch the blood drain from my body. I began to feel lightheaded. I managed to pierce my stomach. A deep sighbegan my death. i felt weak. The pain surged through my kidneys and lungs. It spread quickly, but it felt so good. A pool of my blood began to form around me so I sat down to enjoy it.  I lauged a very faint laugh. I managed to put a smile on, to take pleasurein this momnt. My sight got hazy and I fell to the floor, blood surrunding me. Mybreahing slowed an m hartbeat died down. "Goodbye Mercy" Were my last words before I died.

Author's Note

My laptop is stupid, so it might not have typed certain letters. Sorry