Lying on the floor

Sitting in my room,
with a knife in my hand
Trying to remember,
all the good things I ever had,
but all I know is pain
I’m trying to be strong now.
I’m trying to stop,
but what’s the point?
Who’s going to care?
I see you all so happy,
why can’t I be like that?
How come my angel did not come to rescue me?
How come mine got lost?
Stop trying to fix me,
cause I cant be fixed.
I’ve gone to far out now
and to my wrists I take this knife.
Feeling a bit dreary now,
popped a couple of pills,
watch the blood run freely,
and leave stains on my bedroom floor
Moms going to have a hard time cleaning that!
Some more blood drops.
As I cut once again with the knife
I decide to experiment some,
and grab the razor and the glass,
drag both down my wrist,
and watch blood come out of the now deep cuts.
One might ask "what’s so bad about your life?"
but they don’t understand,
just how screwed up I really am.
I take a couple more pills
Everything’s starting to get blurry,
is this the end of my life?
Oh well this is what I wanted,
never wake to see sun,
eyes getting heavy.
There’s blood everywhere,
one more look around me.
Look at the pictures on the wall!
Oh how your going to wish u could of saved me!
Too bad I couldn’t be fixed,
close my eyes for the last time.
This is were I committed suicide
lying on a blood stained floor.