Sitting In This Empty Room
Silently sliding a razor across my wrist
Silent tears escape these brown eyes
Blood runs down my pale arm
Everything I held in for so many years
Finally escaping through these blood tears
A pool of blood gathers on the ground
As I began to cut deeper and deeper
My world starts going around and around
Its hard to say anything
As I choke over the words I want to say
I hear the pounding of a fist against a door
Then a loud thud as someone comes in
His face so red and puffy from crying
I try to write I'm Sorry in my blood
Butt all together my world turns black
I collapse to the cold, smooth floor
And now its me that he lacks
As he shakes me as hard as possible
But I'm not coming back, its too late
I'm already off to find peace
And I'm not going to the golden gate
I'm going where every suicidal teen goes
And that very place is called... Hell.
