I sat on my bed next to my regrets, remorse and grief. They all stared back at me coldly. They had gotten used to my continuous presence and me theirs. I felt the need to set myself free. So, I embraced them and waited. Their cold touch seeped deep into me before welling up and there they hovered. I spotted a red stain on the beige carpet on my floor diagonal to my bed. It wasn’t too big but I noticed it grow steadily. As the blood spread, I grew weak. As I grew weaker, the negativity grew strong. As it grow stronger, I saw my regrets, remorse and grief materialise from light vapours to translucent to nearly opaque beings. My energy continued to drain.
Kill me, now. Immediately. Those were my last thoughts.