Deeper the bite of the blade pierce skin.  The blood starts to flow, a small stream that becomes a wild river as the bite of the blade sinks deeper into the flesh.

Useless. Worthless. A waste of space.

Words that hurt deep. Words that never seem to leave.  A haunting and malevolent ghost that never goes and turns much worse as time passes by.

"This is the final dip. My life shall no more be a burden,  my existence shall cease.  I will be free."

The deed has been done.  Lifeless the body lays in the pool of one's own blood.

Death has claimed another soul.