I'm sitting here looking at this razor that i am about to put to my wrist...
wishing i wouldn't but then the urge for the burning flesh and drips of blood takes over and i put razor to wrist pull it along as the beads of blood seep out everything goes black but only for a minute...
as i say to myself oh-well just try again tomorrow.
i get up and act it all over again faking this smile, faking this laugh just so people would think I'm fine... one day i will achieve what I'm aiming to do and i will go to a better place.
as i try again and again and again not getting it so i try different ways i swear i will get it one day as i inch closer and closer every time i try
