Locked Away In My Room

I'm locked away in my room,
where I think about my life,
I weigh my options side by side,
as I play with my knife.

I think about my childhood,
as I gaze upon the moon,
I say to myself " it will be soon. "

Then I look back at the stars,
that seem to fill thee nights sky.

I turn back to my mirror,
and realize its my turn to die.

I run the blade accrossed my skin,
but it seems to not bleed,

I guess I'll try harder,
to fulfill my death full deed,

Harder I try,
but my skin will not break.
I begin to cry as my wrist,
starts to ache.

I try again and again,
but still it will not bleed,
I press harder and harder,
to fulfill my internal greed.

Harder I press,
still no blood leaves the wound.
As I get frustrated with my failure,
I glace back at the moon,
I guess I'm going to give up,
as I'm not able to die.

I'll just sit up here,
locked away in my room,
where I continue to cry :'(