Danger Zone

Locked in my bedroom,
I can hear the walls talk.
I can see the blood down the wall,
I can see my outline in chalk.

I can feel the razor,
As it breaks and tears my skin.
I can feel the blood,
As it spills for the win.

I can hear the words,
That they'll say at my grave.
I can see the light,
And it's warm I crave.

I can see, feel and hear,
In my bedroom all alone.
But out there I'm numb,
It's a freaking danger zone.