You stumble into the bathroom still loopy on the meds,
Your emotions confusing you like a bunch of webs,
You say to yourself that this is the end,
You grab ahold of your only friend,
With every cut you make you feel weaker,
The cuts are getting deeper and deeper,
The blood gushes out,
Like it just wants to roam about,
Its journey takes it across the floor,
Your family sees the blood flow out,
But they just keep moping about,
Finally one of then opened the door,
And sees your body sprawled on the floor
