Why!!!!!----the day i died----

I go to my room and slam the door
WHY was the question i asked
WHY did he hurt me why was has it always been me

i spot my razor under my bed
i pull it out and take out notebook paper

i write down what i feel
i wish that everyone could hear
but theres nothing to fear

my life is at ease one last time
i put the blade to my wrist i cut once
i cut twice i cut 4 times

making sure i hit the vein

my mind stops racing
but now the question i ask
was

Did i want this