Broken thoughts

Torn apart broken thoughts
hurting soul never to stop
wanting to run run so far
and so fast till your very last breath
dreaming free never to be
hells gates are welcoming me
the razor shines so bright with light
it lays on my wrist
with a twist of pain
i slit it fat so it wont last
blood drips like plum lips
she drew cold
and now shes breating her last breath of hate