I sit alone in my empty room
Welcoming the darkness that surrounds me 
Letting it take over me 
Scared of what's to come 
Scared of what I'll never know 
Knowing that I did whats right 
But dreading every second of my new existence 
Dreading that frightful night 
When I finally decide that I'm done with the pain and
sorrow
that now surrounds me 
with the darkness that used to comfort me 
Waiting for something to happen
Some creek
Some voice 
Something
To get me to think of something else 
Besides the knife on the table
But nothing comes 
Im left in the darkness of what I used to be 
To think of no better option 
Than to color myself red
With the knife my history