Barricaded by my door
locked alone in my room
I hold the razor in the palm of my hand
wondering why I'm still standing
wondering why I'm still breathing
no one would care if i was gone
I being to shake
as i grip the razor tighter
It cuts into my palm and fingers
I see the blood seeping thought the cracks
my tears start to flow
knowing you don't care
you don't even know
what your putting me through
I get a grip on the razor
put it to my skin
and cut in deep
watching the blood flow
feeling better already
I make more cuts
slicing over and over again
deeper and deeper i go
finally i hit a spot
that won't stop bleeding
there is a knock at my door
I'm startled by the sound
but to weak to care
I pass out
as you open the door
you see me there
lying in a pool of my own blood
do you care now?
I don't know if its good or not..its how i feel...so please comment...
