Blood Stained Floor

You are always yelling,
and screaming at me
telling me to do something right,
so i cut myself to be free

every time you tell me off
i run to my room,
i know I'm going to hell for this,
but staying here is like being doomed

i always grab for the razor,
and i begin to cut some more
then i start to bleed
as i stare on my blood stained floor

i know i should do this,
but it makes me feel good
my life isn't happy
like the way it should

as my blood is running,
i count to four
then i die
on my blood stained floor