As i hold the razor to my wrist
gripped tightly with a clenched fist
i slowly began dragging it across the crimson pain pours out and falls to the floor,
iv become so used to this that it dosent even hurt anymore,
but still, the tears fall over my face,
each one with a wish to leave this place, i cant stand it here, waking up every morning full of fear, and i don't understand why, I'm so afraid I'm not scared to die and pain doesn't hurt when its all you've ever felt, maybe its because theres no one wants to help, or because i cant deal with the problems that iv been dealt, i don't know and i doubt ill ever find out, so ill just stay confused until the day comes when I'm all alone in my dark corner with no one around,
the day where i finally have the strength to just push down...
