Why this pain? [Edited]

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't.

With every attempt, the flow of blood worsened.

What had I done?

I collapsed to the ground, desperately clinging to my dwindling consciousness. If I blacked out, it would be over.

How? How had I made such a monumental mistake?!

HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!

SO RECKLESS?! SO… FOOLISH?!

Damn it!

"Urk—" I coughed up blood, feeling my strength ebb away.

I was dying. There was no denying it. It was a fact now.

In these final moments, I found no solace. I clutched at my neck with what little strength I had left, trying in vain to stop the absurd loss of blood. It was useless. Even as I painstakingly summoned healing potions, I couldn't drink them—my windpipe was destroyed.

I had killed myself.

How foolish.