The pain,
Inside,
The dark,
Where it seems to hide,
The walls are closing in,
And the razors?
Well they call my name,
screaming,
loud,
loud,
LOUDER,
Til i cant take it,
I run,
Tears streaming down my face,
My heart,
Pounding,
Finally,
I sit and cry,
Razor in hand,
Back against the door,
Music,
Its blaring out the speakers,
I slowly slide the razor over the soft skin of my wrist,
Blood,
It drips,
A puddle,
Starts to form,
I now can finally sleep,
In peace,
This is how i deal with life,
Cuts all up my arms……