"You're just a pathetic excuse for a girl."
My bottom lip quivers delicately as I run the blade over my wrist.
"Why are you even bothering to not wear a paper bag over your head?"
I slit my parchment coloured flesh as I squint in agony.
I dry swallow pills 4 at a time.
I spit saliva into the toilet bowl, exhausted.
I stare into the mirror, taking one final glance.
"Just do it. No one cares anyway."
I finish up my suicide note and leave it on the bed.
"C'mon, just kill yourself. What are you waiting for?"
I whisper goodbye into my pillow, followed by sobs, and decide to end it. Here and now.
"You deserve it!"
I feel myself fading in and out of conciousness.
"She was so pretty! Why did she go?"
"Ugh, I hate society! Why did she have to end her life?"
"Tragic, really. I wish she would've looked for help."
The thing is, no one isn't a part of society. Society includes **every living person** on this planet.
So before you go to blame it on the horrible media and society you live in, just think to yourself, "Hang on, I *am* society.