My Razorblade Room

As i sit alone in this dark squared room.
Thoughts of us run through my head.
Thoughts of hate rage and thoughts of love.
This room gives me goosebumps.
It brings back memories of us,
things i don't want to remember,
but can't forget.
This room seems to get darker by the minute,
and i seem to grow weaker by the minute.
This room isn't just a room,
Its my suicide room.
Tears seem to fall down my face,
I take the razor blade.
I have one last thing to say to you.
"I hope you happy now."
And "thanks for messing with my head, don't mess with hers like you did mine."