The end

I sit alone in the center of the floor
i want to be dead
there is a feeling eating away at
the person i used to be and the one i long to be
i turn my head and look around
i see a stranger looking at me from the old mirror
"my god that can't be me"
I'm pale and crying
i feel scared alone and confused
hurt hateful and used
i don't know how i don't know why
this is going on
i have no control over any of this
i am lost
i want this to end
i reach across and grab the blade
i know this is the right way to end it all
i pull the shinny blade down
nothing goes through my mind
i feel myself drift away
gain and again each time the rel;ease is greater
i suddenly feel numb
i know i am sleeping
never to awake
they find me later in a pool of crimson regret
my scars will show them how i felt
now they can know what it was like to be me
because now i ma free