She stared outside of the window, thinking about her friends, her family, her life, everything. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened it again, determined to do something to ease the pain.

"I'm tired of everything." She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Why must everyone expect me to be perfect? I'm just a human being."

As she opened her pencil case, something caught her eye: a penknife.

"Can I do this? Can I really do this and ease the pain?" She gripped the penknife tight, a thumb sliding down to extract the knife. She trembled a while before bringing up her other wrist and slowly slit across it with the knife. She gasped at the pain. Oddly enough, it felt numb after a while. She continued till her hand was covered with blood and she finally processed the pain.

She dropped the penknife, crying.

"It still hurts."

P.S. I don't do these sort of things by the way.