She sits all alone in the dark wondering if she will ever be good enough for anyone
She picks up the razor and puts another cut on her wrist. This makes her happy.
She forgets her problems for a minute while she watches the blood go down her arm.
She asks her self "When will people care? Why am I even here? What's the point?"
She puts yet another cut but this one deeper than the others. She likes the feeling.
She does it over and over again. Before she knows it there is a puddle of blood at her feet.
The blood won't stop. She knows she has gone to far. This is finally the end.
She starts to wonder if anyone will save her or if anyone will even notice she is gone.
She starts to feel weak and her legs give out. She falls to the ground.
She hears someone coming. They open the door and gasp. They try to help but it to late.
She is gone. She is finally Happy.