I stand alone in this corner, in front opf my mirror.
Tears race down my cheeks, as I tihnk of regrets.
I open the drawer to my dresser, pull out a blade.
It's cold and shiny, sharp with a tinge of red.
I slice back and forth, I cut to bleed.
I slice back and forth, I bleed to feel.
I slice back and forth, I feel the pain.
I slice back and forth, It's sadly real.
I sit in this corner, in front of my mirror.
Blood races down my wrists, as I watch the lights go out.
I smile a smile of death, as I die here.
It's dark and cold here, lonely in this world of mine.
