an american tradgedy

I looked into the bathroom mirror and screamed
"I fucking hate my life, why was I even born?!?!"
I punched the mirror and it shattered to pieces
Blood flowing down the mirror
Glass sticking out of my knuckles
I let out a shriek of pain
My parents knocked on the bathroom door screaming begging me to unlock the door
"sweety open the door don’t do this we love you!"
"no I cant take this anymore!, I'm sorry for being such a fuck up and ruining your lives I just want you guys to know I love you both"
I opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out all the pills I could find
I went through all the pills until I found something that interested me
I read the label
Benzodiazepines
I opened the cap
And swallowed a handful
Dad started screaming
"that’s it I'm calling the police!"
I heard dad run back down the stairs
I grabbed out a pair of scissors and started cutting down my wrists
I went to grab some more pills  and as I did I slipped on some water
I screamed as I fell and hit my head on the basin of the sink
as i was falling it was as if time had slowed down
as my head hit the sink blood flew everywhere
my mother started screaming asking if i was okay
i didnt answer
it was to late
i had gotten my wish
my body lay there covered in blood as sirens roared up the street