Thought Of Death

I lay awake a thoughts of death rush through my head
as i lay in my bed the thoughts begin to win
slowly i pull out the razor
and ten cuts later the blood begins to drip
ten more cuts now i am getting sick
i hit the floor and begin to faint
as thoughts of you run through my veins
slowly i awake and realize what i am doing is wrong
buts its all ready too late im all ready gone