My Bedroom Floor

Face to the floor
Not making a sound
A small crack in the door
Almost wanting to be found

Blood dripping from my neck
With a huge gaping gash.
My body lying limp
Like a dirty piece of trash.

Needing you to see me
To see what you've done.
You've killed me, you see
With your metaphorical Gun.

Now I'm lying before you
In my coffin so black.
Bout to sleep for eternity
And never have to come back.