poetic
a razor blade in my hand
i try t oput it on my wrist
but all my thoughts r in a twist
do i want to die
or do i wana stay alive and cry
something is stoping me
something wont let me be
i hear a knock at my door
i jump and it slips
huge gashes r in my wrist
i try to scream
i try to shout
but nothing will come out
i fell to the floor
my friends walked in my door
they started to cry
they saw i was about to die
i opened my eyes and saw them standin over me
and as my life started to fade away
i relized wat it was
wat was holding me back
and i no that its a fact
it was them it was my friends