Agony Is Not Enough

She slits her precious skin. Blood trickles down her wrists, tears begin to fall onto her pants. "God, why am I such a mess?" She mutters. The next day, her sweater sticks to her freshly cut flesh like glue. She smiles, feeling every burn and infectious pain attack her beautiful wrist decorated with blood and scars. She cuts again, but this time, the feeling is deeper. She feels relieved to cut, but she feels as if agony is not enough. And so today, she plans on turning her lights off forever. She grabs a rope and strangles herself to death. She finally felt satisfied with the amount of pain she felt. As she tried to break free from the rope's hold, she was unsuccessful. She no longer felt the need for pain. She didn't wanna die yet. But it was far too late. her lifeless body spent its last moments hanging from the ceiling of her home. Decaying as each day passed by.