Razor in hand

Alone i stand
blood pooling in my hand
outside my door someone cries
and inside me my heart dies

knocking on my door
blood pooling on the floor
the razor in hand
alone i stand

i fall to the floor
and hear pounding on my door
i keep thinking that it is me
that no one will ever see

i think i can handle it
but only for a little bit

the razor flys to the far wall
to the floor i fall
alone i stand
blood in my hurting hand