I sat there.
Staring into the mirror.
Who is that?
It's not who I want to be
It's not someone I love.

I looked down.
The razor blade in my palm
Cried out for my blood.
Just one more time it told me.

I locked the door.
I took the blade from my palm
slid it across my wrist
and I sat there.

I cried.
Not from the pain
From knowing that what I'm doing
Won't affect anyone.

The Door Busted open.
How I wish it didn't.
My mom took me in her arms
and started the car.

My life was fading.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
I blacked out.

Dammit.
I hate you for breaking in.
You are just going to make me do it over.
Just let it happen mom. 

You screwed up.
You hit me, manipulate me
Treat me like shit.
I don't want to be here mom.