I sit in my room
And ponder death
Like when you hear the boom
And take your last breath
I wonder if you really die
Or if you just exist somewhere else
If you even realize the tears you cry
Reflect your slowing pulse
When you’re in too deep
Do you try to back out
Or do you keep
The things you weep about
And as I bleed
From homemade wounds
Do people need
The blood I lose
If I set down
The razor blade
Would you frown
On what’s been made?