In my room

As I walk down the hall to my room as I open the door to my room I go in and shut the door behind me and I make sure I lock it so no one can come in I don�t know what to do because I�m sick of life and having no one to talk to my mom is never home and I don�t know where my dad is he walk out on us and what I�m feeling I cant handle any more as I sit down on my bed I get the razor from my night stand and press it against my wrist as I make the first cut I see the blood coming to the surface I can feel the high I get from cutting no one understand
Why I do this to my self I cant take this no more as the tears run down my face
I know now that I must do this maybe the world will be better with me so as I say my goodbyes I leave a note by my side so when my mom comes home she will know why I had to do this..

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