i sit in my room at night
with the music blareing
and the tears falling
i cant stop myself from crying
i cant turn the music down
as i walk over to my door and lock it
and then i run over to my bed
and sit down
the tears still falling
as i pulled down my pants
and pulled out my razor blade
and began to cut my legs
as i start the tears start to slow
i cut till the tears completely stop
and let them bleed
till they stop
and thats when i pull my pants back on
unlock my door
and go to my bed
and start to cry all over again
wondering why i have to rely on this
to feel like i’m alive