Suicide

How simple it would be. Sit down, and pull out the blade. A little cut here, little slice there. Feel the sting, but the pain will fade away. All that pain will just drain away with the blood. Everything will fade away. Warm and dark it drips. Watching the water turn pink and then red. The vision blurs and darkness begins to reach out its arms. Breath in and out one more time, till it all fades away. Just take the razor to the skin, cutting down along the vein. Somehow it would all just be so simple to end.