Overthinking

I sit all alone in a dark room. The only light is the burning end of a cigarette. I inhale and slowly exhale. In my other hand I hold a knife, blade out and ready to use. Finally I finished my cigarette, I toss it out the window. I take the knife and start to cry, why do I do it to myself? I don't care, I must finish what I have started. The blood oozes out and runs down my arm, dripping on the floor. I black out. I wake up looking down at my funeral. No one showed up, I guess no one cares after all.