• Your problems increase
    Your heart races, your chest hurts
    You put on the mask
    That fake smiles
    So no one would worry
    You lock yourself away,all alone where no one could stop you.
    With a razor in hand, you look down at your wrist.
    Tears rolling down your cheek.
    Your depression takes hold.
    You run the razor across your skin slowly.
    The pain increasing, but the depression fading away.
    A soothing release of energy in the form of blood drops.
    Weeks go by and the scars increase
    One by one, two by two
    Deeper each time.
    One by one, two by two
    Oh no a little too deep this time.
    You stumble to the ground
    Blood running down your hand onto the ground.
    Dying faster than you should be,
    You drop the razor in you pool of blood.
    Falling away from life itself.
    Away from friends....
    ....Away from family...
    ..Away from everything..
    ..You've screwed up now...
    ..And now your gone..