Just One Slice

Sitting all alone in my room
With nothing but my thoughts to occupy me with
I can't help but think to myself that this is it
My life will never change
I feel as if I'll be trapped in my unhappiness forever
Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be
Maybe this is all some sort of sick and twisted test
If it is I pray to God that it ends
Because I feel as if I'm about to fail
I don't think I can handle it all anymore
I've dealt with everything as best as I could
Now all I want to do is escape
No one around to tell how I feel
I don't even know who I can trust anymore
I long for all of this to go away
What have I done to deserve this
I could end it all with just one slice
That's all it would take
I could pick up my razor and slowly slice my wrist for one final time
Then I'd no longer be trapped in my own misery
I'd finally be free
So I guess you can consider this my formal farewell
In the morning you'll find me with a smile on my face
And a razor blade in my hand
With the perfect deepest cut across my wrist