There she is

in me face

asking me why

i aint dead

why i aint in a puddle of blood

in some dark room

with no one to care

but she doesnt know

i am dead inside

every word

is like poison

killing me slowly

i stand showing no signs

of the pain that is hitting me

like daggers inside

word poison writhing inside me

wanting to escape

i rush to my room

the razor catches me eye

i drag it over my skin

over and over with pride

thinking maybe

i will go to deep

die for real

and sink into the lonely darkness

that will soon become my home.