Tears start to flow down my face
as I sit there and stare off into space.
In front of me is my little toy
the one that is always there to destroy.
The thoughts in my head that take over
leaving me as still as a dead clover.
My hand reaches out grabbing the evil thing
as I realize I'm hanging by only a string.
Before I can think I slice it into my skin
leaving a mark that is sadly to thin.
I cut more and more trying to take away all the pain
by slicing open my vein.
The room starts to spin
but I still have the ending to begin.
This last cut could end it all
by leaving me there as still as a doll.
I turn the razor to cut down
and find myself with a crown.
Soon I'll be that princess
up in the sky without having to worry about a big mess.
The blade moves faster than my brain
no longer is there pain.
no longer is there a strain.
no longer is there a single chain.
I'm simply free.
