Feeling my body go numb,
I sit back and try to relax.
I carefully set the knife down,
Closing my eyes to see only black.
The world around me begins to spin,
And I finally feel my soul released.
I've finally made it past this life,
Plus, it was far past time for me to leave.
I only had one true friend,
It goes by the name of razor.
No one else was of any help,
For that was my only cure.
I never did anything right,
I was always told I was wrong.
I was beat and screamed at,
Unfortunately I wasn't that strong.
For now I lay with bleeding wrists,
And I have finally escaped.
I really wasn't that important,
Because I have already been replaced.
No one ever had time for me,
Not at any part of the night or day.
But now I've left the world behind.
I guess things are just better this way...
