No more

I sit on the cold floor don't want to live anymore i am sick of the trouble the razor helps but it doubles the pain my limbs go numb want to run but there is no were to go i cant stand to hold on the things that make me want to live hated for what i is no matter what i try people just lie day by night i hate the right u can live or die but no one will let me take the easy way out the doctor keeps making me come back to live wrist slit twice so deep i cant see no one can tell me the darkness in glee i can see with out a doubt no one cares so i sit her with the knife every night waiting for the night night i get lucky and end my sight