A screwed up twist...

Dead inside
Yet heart still beats
So here I've lied
As I roam the streets

Slices and bleeding
That I have caused
Done is my pleading
Yet again I've paused

My razor rests
Upon my wrist
My mind suggests
A screwed up twist

I bring the razor to my neck
And press on deeply
Sitting in my wreck
And deadly was my final plea
For it finally was the end of me...