A rusty razor on my bed ,
millions of memories flash through my head ,
I take a deep breath and count to ten ,
I fold up the letter and set down my pen ,
I grab my razor and begin to cry ,
because I know I’m ‘bout to die ,
I take my last breath ; trying to be calm ,
I look down and see the razor in my palm ,
I count to three and dig it in ,
I just commited the deadliest sin ,
I carve the words " Now I’m Free " ,
as I watch blood pour out of me ,
my vision begins to fade ,
nothing now is clear as day ,
I now don’t know know what I've done ,
and just like that ; I’m gone .