Leaning against the door

The blood dripped down, landing on the floor

my head felt light, leaning against the door

sliding to my knees, unable to balance

wondering, could there have been more

if i was stronger, i might have tried

to my so called friends and family, i only lied

my eyes gradually closing

as the rope i slowly tied

staring through the window, looking at the rain

thinking of all the different ways i have gone insane

picking up the razor blade

trying to think of anything but this ironic pain

holding the bottle, drinking it whole

never looking back, keeping my eyes on the goal

just keep going, it will all be over soon

even the slow tormenting of this twisted soul

knowing this is dumb, its too late to stop

sitting here all alone, the scissors i try to drop

waiting for the time to pass

landing on the floor, a single teardrop

looking for someone else to blame

i realize this isn't just a stupid game

i know theres no one else

only me, only me to feel this stupid shame

wondering why he didn't care when i told him i was done

thinking i was only talking, only having fun

he turned away, laughed and smiled

he didn't even notice when i showed him the gun

the blood dripped down, landing on the floor

my head felt light, leaning against the door