Alice

She sat in the bath tub thinking about how peaceful this would be. Just dunking her head under the water and never having to surface. In all of the books and movies drowning seemed so beautiful and graceful. She dunked her head, just to feel what it was like she told herself. She slowly felt a pain in her chest, but she ignored it as long as she could. She pulled herself above the water gasping for air, telling herself that it would never work. Ashamed of herself, she grabbed her razors. She needed to punish herself for being a failure. She couldn't even take her own life, how pathetic she must be. The water gains a slight pink stain. In her head everything that she had ever failed at rushed through her thoughts; she never got good grades like her sister, she was never an athlete like her brother, she was never as attractive as her mother and she could never be as social as her father. Why did she belong in this family? For every failure, another gash. The water slowly became more red. Why me she thought? Feeling very faint she said "I'm sorry." The razor dropped from her hand as she took her last breath. Peace at last. "I can't mess up anymore." she thought to herself. Finally something I did right.
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I was surprised to see this so clearly showing despondency of the results of a very depressed mind experiencing moments before resolution. Vivid in its realness to bring attention to the second wave of determination to deal with the pain and it all seemed so senseless until she succeeded at something. This must be understood and hopefully mean something to intervene more effectively if at all possibly compassionately. Thank you for sharing this for consideration by those who care and will understand such hurting of the soul unresolved and desperate...enough so to take their own life. My name is Alice ......yet I live ! Blessings to you for your wonderful sensitivity. You are effective in your sharing . Peace to you from my heart to yours.