Why

She looks up, wondering how, when and particularly WHY her?! Hot tears flow down her cheeks; tears of anger, tears of sorrow or even perhaps tears of regret, she doesn't know. All she knows is that too much has built up in her, too much to contain, too much pain, too much anger, too much sorrow, too much sadness. And with that blade, she thinks she would be free of all this pain that was built up over the years. "Just one cut" she thinks, "just one small slit, and it's over." "all of it." "at last I might be able to find peace." But, she couldn't bring herself to put that blade on her wrist and pull. She just couldn't. Not because she was afraid, just because she thinks about the consequences. Like, all the current name calling isn't enough, if this fails, the mocking she would receive would be unbearable. She looks up and asks the deity one question every human asks in one point of their life, "WHY" "Why do I do feel so much pain, carry so much hurt yet I smile and hide it all away?" "why do I do that?" "Sometimes, I feel really happy and in that instant, I feel as free as a bir, and with a blink of an eye, all I feel is my pain and sadness that overtakes happiness in my soul, making me feel that with so much pain, there is really no point living." And with that question, she realized how much pain and hurt she really feels every single day of her life. With so much pain inside, she became unconsiderably numb, and with that, she put the blade on her wrist and pulled on, really hard. Blood spurted out and she fell faint. She looks up and says "Sorry"

and with that,

she falls to the floor, closing her eyes for the last time.