Behinde closed doors

I sit at home broken hearted all alone shattered dreams and memories that wont stop haunting me i cry myself into panic attacks and try my best not to make a peep

as i take this razor blade to my wrist i don't give a f**k bout the risk's i start to cut slice and dice it feels oh so nice i watch my veins experience pain

as i lay back down i wish to die as i watch the crimson beauty poor out through these tear filled eyes behind this closed door is a girl who's hurting shes crying she feels like giving up and dying that

girl is me