Nothing left to do

Sitting here, crying in a corner.
All alone,forever a loner.
Holding a razor blade in my left hand.
Looking at my other wrist, thinking about my plan.
There's no1 to talk to, no1 that cares.
No1 that loves me, Everything is bare.
There's no point to live, no point to see another day.
The only choice is to cut my life away.
I slit my wrist, let the blood fall to the ground.
No1 cares, no1 even around.
I completed my task,
I followed it through.
Now i guess there is nothing left to do...