Falling

It's making it's way around the room.
Darkness is lurking, waiting to consume me completely.
It's getting closer to me now.
I'm scared I won't be able to fight it off.
It's staring me in the eyes, a haunted feeling engulfs me.
I begin to cry in sheer misery.
I grab my razor, and glide it deep into my legs, making my way up my body, up to my wrists.
I slit them up, and begin to bleed out.
I don't want to live anymore.
My life is a mess, and it's not worth living.
So I'll sit here and cry, as my life slips from my fingertips.
Forever is how long it seems to take.
But soon enough, the darkness falls over me, and my vision goes black.
I feel like I'm falling...
Falling...
Falling fast.
Into the depths of hell.