This is me

I come home
To the fake life
I lead

I run to my room and
lock my life in by the door
its' the only place I am free

I cry on my bed
with my pillow at hand
My body always feels like sand

Just so much fun to play with
So easliy forgotten after the day

So I take the razor to my wrist
Its helps tighten the loose
end within

I do it carefully
one bad move
I might loose my hand

I am numb to the pain
so I smile with lots of gee
Numb to the blood that comes
This is me