You win

I sit upon this bed alone tonight
for hours i kept to myself and cried
your all i can think about
As i lay my razors all out
one by one i pick up each
stroke them accross my wrists carefully
looking for the sharpest blade
to take my pain forever away
I slide it across my wrists
telling myself "i cant do this i cant live"
blood drips from my wounds
I pray noone to come to my room
everything starts to spin around
as i lay my head down
i clinch my fists one last time
as i begin to carve more lines
laying my arm out
blood poors out
eyes swelling with tears
wishing the end would come near
you took everything from me, my life
Tonight is the night, you win the fight