Slowly it gets closer,
I feel the razor blade.
It's cold against my skin,
And the marks will never fade.

...
One cut two cut three cut four,
I hear knocking at the door.
Five cut six cut seven cut eight,

...
Another one it'll be too late.

Cold and sharp against my skin.

Soon the blade will be within.

Don't let it slip or it'll cut,

God now look at all the blood.

...
Crimson red is leaking,

From my open wounds.

I feel dizzy and in pain,

So much blood that I will lose.

...
Take my hand in yours,

For I shall die tonight,

Nothing left to live for,

Nothing feels this right.

...
One drop two drop three drop four,

There's a puddle on the floor,

Five drop six drop seven drop eight,

From this sleep I shall not wake.

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Frantic knocking on the door,

The doorknob rattles violently.

Shouting screaming from the other side,

While still I sit silently.

...
Door comes down,

Look at their faces.

They see the blood,

And me sitting there shaking.

...
"Call the cops,

She's doing to die."

I laugh on the floor,

I don't know why.

...
Towel around me,

Stained with red.

I can't see anymore,

I think I’m dead.

...
Bright white light,

It's calling me.

I open my eyes,

And I can see.

...
Doctors, nurses,

All around.

My parents crying,

There's so much sound.

...
Deafening buzzing in my ears,

I try to escape somehow.

"Look she's awake!" They scream with glee,

I can't handle this right now.

...
"You could have let me die,

But you saved my life.

Let me end it right this time,

Give me back my knife."

...
Mom and dad cry harder,

And the doctors shake their head.

"Look how much pain they’re in, 

Why do you wish to be dead?"

...
I laugh at all of them,

Why should they care at all? 

It's my choice not theirs,

I want to punch the wall.

...
I want to feel the pain,

I want to feel the sting.

"I have nothing left to live for,

 Now get me off this thing."

...
I try to get off the bed,

 But the doctor holds me down.

"Let go of me you b/tch,

 Or I'll kick you to the ground."

...
I break his grip and run away,

Down the hall to the right.

I leave the building to the parking lot,

God its cold tonight.

...
I reach the car and get inside,

My razors under the seat.

I take it and hold it to my skin,

I need to make myself bleed.

...
Such a sweet release,

The blood is pouring out.

I hit a major artery,

I'll die there is no doubt.

...
One vein two vein three vein four,

I reach over and lock the doors.

Five vein six vein seven vein eight,

I've given in to all the hate.

...
Security outside the car,

They can't reach me now.

I'm going far away from this,

The razor told me how.

...
Darkness overwhelming me,

The pictures begin to fade.

Funny how all this started off,

With one cut of the razor blade.

...
As my life drains out,

I think of how I got here.

I was just so depressed,

And the razor was always there.

...
I told myself it was okay,

Because it didn't threaten my life.

Now all that I have left,

Is my bloodied pocket knife.

...
One cut two cut three cut four,

I'm not alive now anymore.

Four cut three cut two cut one,

The razors work is finally done.