If only

Sitting there
waiting for someone
to come
to stop you
deep down
you want them to come
so you dont have to do this
but you know if you dont do it
your life will carry on
like this
you hate it
every part of it
people say, life is what you make it
but sometimes, that theory
doesnt laways ring true
how can you make everyone
hate you, for no reason
how can you make yourself
hate you soo much
i dont no how you can
you've been sitting
there for so long
you know for sure
no one is going to coem now
come to save you form yourself
you reach deep inside your pocket
pull otu that razor blade
that has left so many scars
before
you don't care
you roll up your sleeves
say a little prayer
raise the blade
gently apply it to your bare wrist
vertically
you push down and drag
it through
not only through the skin
you cut through all those
scars hidden deep inside
as the blood constantly flows
you can't stop yourself
dragging it
deeper and deeper
you lie there
in a pool of blood
counting down
to your last breath
60 seconds- you are so calm
20 seconds- you know your end is near
10 seconds- you regret what you've done
people rush in
tyres screeching
sirens screaming
your wounds to deep
time running out
if somebody
had only came sooner
then all would be well
now it's too late
if only you have stopped
dragging the blade
deeper and deeper
if only