Writer's Life

Razor

So I decided to find where I hid my razor tonight.
I no longer feel the urge to fight.

I hate the thought of being alive.
The thought of suicide only makes me thrive.

So I just wanted to say that its all going to end.
With the help of my sharp little bestfriend.

I hope you had fun while it lasted.
I hope the news will be blasted.

News that I am gone.
So everyone can cheer and party on.

Blood makes me smile at the sight.
I don't know how I ever made it through the night.

So goodbye now I hope you enjoyed my stay.
My spirit, mind, body, and soul have all faded away.

There's no reason for me anymore.
I'm one more person just walking out the door.

You will all forget me in less than a year.
So lift up your head and be happy my dear.

On the bright side, I won't be there to bother anyone.
Because my life and my time is done.

If your wish was to see me down and blue.
I'm happy to say your wish has come true.

When I'm dragging the blade across my skin painting, I will be thinking of you.
Thinking of everything you had put me through.

Thinking I shouldn't give in.
But I know how upset you get when you don't win.

Scars have been on my mind.
I want to see them there all the time.

If they aren't on my body I freak.
Then I put more on getting more and more weak.

Till finally I'm on the floor gently "sleeping".
I don't understand why someone would be weeping.

So goodnight and hopefully goodbye.
I just want to die.