Young and Dead

He takes the razor
Not knowing what he is doing
Life full of depression
His parents always dueling

He is in a locked box
With no key to get out
Darker and darker
Here comes the doubt

He takes the razor
Holds it to his skin
He wants to be gone
But like this he won't win

He is in a locked box
Ready to go
Tired of friends
Tired of foes

He takes the razor
Cuts up his arm
Waits for a second
Not knowing the harm

He is in a locked box
With a razor in his hand
Deeper and deeper
The pain he can't stand

He drops the razor
Now he feels cold
The dead kid lays at only
15 years old